Brimstone Incorporated -

"Your resume is impressive, Elias," Gregory said, tapping a folder that smelled faintly of ozone. "The way you handled the Springfield chemical spill—truly inspired. You convinced an entire town they weren't sick, they were just 'under-hydrated.'"

Gregory leaned forward, his eyes suddenly glowing like banked coals. "We saw what you did to your partner. The way you framed him for the embezzlement you committed. That was the moment we scouted you. That was your 'application.'" Brimstone Incorporated

Elias looked at the pen—a silver quill that looked like a bird's talon. He looked at the screaming darkness of the hallway. He picked up the pen. "Your resume is impressive, Elias," Gregory said, tapping

"I was just doing my job," Elias stammered, his eyes darting to the window. Outside, there was no city skyline—only a swirling, orange-tinted fog that never moved. "We saw what you did to your partner

Gregory sat behind a desk of polished obsidian that seemed to swallow the dim fluorescent light of the office. He didn't look like a demon; he looked like a mid-level bureaucrat in a cheap polyester suit, the kind who enjoys denying insurance claims. On the door behind him, gold leaf lettering read: