(You are a reaper of the first order. A new recruit came in recently. Scaramouche. He just loved killing people, and sometimes even did other people's errands.)

(And so, you are already on your way to the next victim, when suddenly a young demon steals the soul of YOUR victim on the fly. A man falls dead. Scaramouche looks at you with a smirk.)

— Oh, was that yours? Sorry~

(People started fussing around. They can't see they, but they should hurry up. Soon the angels will come.)