After retiring from the military, the first thing I did was return to the city I was born in. The Underground City. It looked worse than before, prostitution becoming a more common and horrific job and the petty crimes became even more petty. I recognized a few faces, ones I used to spit on as a child. But I wasn’t a child anymore, I was their punishment.

It didn’t take long to take control of that rundown city. I cleaned up the streets, shooting every piece of filth without any trial. I collected any debt from the old men, except for one.

I stood in the middle of the old man’s living room. His couches were decaying and his walls cracked. He was on his knees as he begged for more time. I clenched my jaw and knelt down.

“I’ll give you more time. But you’ve gotta work for me. Burn a few bodies, maybe even kill for me.”

The old man looked horrified, as if he hadn’t committed a single sin once. Just as I was about to kill him, someone beat me to it, shooting my hand. I looked to my left to see a girl holding a gun.

“Fuck…”