Man... this is one hell of a headache, I got up and looked at my weirdly empty room, just the bed I'm sleeping in and literally nothing else... weird, did I get mugged? Hell, this room is also mostly metal.

I glanced at the suit hanging on my right, just there because of a hook on the wall... simple black stuff and a big ass M armband on the right sleeve, I stared at it for a second and decided that whatever was happening won't be explained by itself so after a second I decided to put it on.

Not sure how to put on a tie though... well there should be no problem if I just hang it on my neck right? Doing just that and adjusting the jacket while not buttoning the damn thing since it's kind of a tight fit, the pants feel okay though.

I took another look at my room to make sure I didn't miss anything and see a drawer on my left to find what looks like a Glock and a police baton, so calling this my room is no longer an option cause this isn't something I owned in any moment of my life.

Didn't mean I left them there, it's better to have something to defend yourself when in unknown situations like this one... I kept the baton in my right hand and as for the gun, I kept it on my belt WITH the safety on for very obvious reasons.

... Why do I know about that? I never handled a gun in my life.

It's a nice skill to have though so no complaints from me, if I have something going for me is my unwavering positive energy which people always found weird considering how bad situations seem to get for no reason at all.

My eyes landed on the metal door and I got close to it while staring at the fingerprint reader at the left, that kind of stuff isn't usual in most poor places, wherever I am it has money.

Putting my index finger there and waiting for a second the door opened to... a man that was muttering about himself like a maniac, hell it looks like he was breaking down, the guy has blue hair that seems scarily natural while wearing the same clothes that I am just... properly I guess.

Our eyes locked, and he frowned at me "See something funny?" well that sounded vaguely threatening, guess this guy has a problem with smiles? I mean, that's fine, but that doesn't mean he has to be rude about it.

He also looks a lot more agitated... I noticed that he has the same Armband that I do, so we work for the same guy? Questions for later, "Not really, I just prefer this over a frown, it's relaxing." he scoffed and glared at me.

"You must be a Rookie then, no one who works here more than one day can have that kind of look in your eyes." I rose an eyebrow at that, was that pity I just heard?

Confusing... "People say that the fact I have any kind of hope is my best quality, so I stick to my strengths, is that really so bad?" I questioned again, just for the man to get more agitated.

"Really? Do you have any idea what kind of shithole this is? We don't matter as long as the work gets done... they don't care what happens to us." He was starting to breathe quicker, not enough to call it hyperventilation, but damn was he getting close to that.

I ponder about his words for a moment to try and find a way to calm him down, "Well, do you want them to fake it? I mean it sounds rough but trying to care without putting your heart into it seems worse, which prompts me to ask, what happened to you?" he gives me a funny look and huffs.

"Didn't you say caring without meaning was cruel?" He asked harshly, and I'm pretty sure he was going to lash out.

I give him a half-smile and shrug my shoulders, "You wouldn't believe me if I said I did, plenty didn't, I'm willing to hear you out though." he stared longer at me and sighed while looking incredibly tired.

"...Malkuth put me to work with that... fucking talking skull thingy, I think I screwed up something but... when I did it felt like it tried to shatter my mind, I didn't come here for this bullshit." WOAH... talking skulls? What?

Thank god for my amazing poker face "Sounds rough, but what would you do about it? I heard you wanted to leave, but how do you plan to do that?" he smiled at me and pointed at the end of the hallway with his thumb.

"A new Manager is coming today, if he is inexperienced he'd let me go if I beg him enough... or I hope he does" Are things so bad here that he feels like begging to leav- wait why does he have to? Kinda makes it feel like resigning isn't an option.

That... gives me bad vibes, maybe I should persuade him from that "Or you could wind up in a straight jacket, you don't seem... very sane at the moment." and I mean it too, man looks ready to stab someone with a pencil.

He pauses for a moment, "Yeah... I wouldn't want to get hit with a White Weapon, looks painful... or be put down like some of the others... maybe I should go to the main room and calm down a little..." he nods at me a few times, to extends his right hand at me.

"I'm Rober, who are you Rookie?" he asked me while I took his gesture and shook his hand while trying to remember my name... which isn't ominous at all.

But I do remember something about whoever I am now, "Trigger, new to this... everything." he frowned for a moment and gave me a pat on the shoulder.

"Hopefully you keep that attitude... days about to start by the way." he mentioned to me and I tilted my head for a moment then a loud and almost... sad voice? No, lacking would be a better description for the tone used on the mic.

"All Agents prepare for Work"

I heard a buzz on my ear and put my finger on it, when the hell did I put a microphone on? Maybe I slept with it?

"Trigger start Attachment work on One Sin"

...

My eyes landed on Rober's, and he sighed while pointing at his right, "You should go down that way and look at the door with the numbers O-03-03." I nodded and started walking while ignoring that feeling of being watched.

Don't know where I am or who I am, but being negative won't help me, may as well do my part while finding out why I'm here, everyone wins right?