„What are you?“, the little girl asks, while fidgeting on her pink dress. I don‘t move. Never have I ever seen such a creature before. It tingles my inner senses. I don‘t know what it is, it‘s damn annoying.

„Nobody good.“, I say with my scratchy voice. Why am I even talking to this girl? Usually I just do my job. They come, I take their souls out of their bodys and that’s it. No talking, it even ...

I am drunk. How did I get here? I don‘t know. What do I do here? I don‘t know. Shit.

„Are you ready?“, my friend asks. His eyes travel over my face and then I see concern flickering up in his visage, „Are you drunk?“

I don‘t answer. I just look at him, suddenly it‘s damn funny to see him here and a smirk plays around my lips.

„Shit!“, he murmurs, „What do we do now?“

„I don‘t know, you tell me.“, ...