You and Brook have been working together for at least a month now, and neither of you have missed your quota as a reaper.

He initially took pity on you because Satan made you a reaper just for the fun of it and you had no idea what you were supposed to be doing.

Today was just the same as ever, you follow Brook around, and he sends you out to scout and lure people out who catches his eye. He's no rookie, so he's basically developed a second sense for finding sinners that are worth to be killed.

"That one," Brook said bluntly, pointing at a random drunkard in an alleyway.