The pallor of the office lowered to a pale white as I walked through the doors of DEA. The thing is, humans think too highly of themselves. We Shinigami only get sent down when things get horridly hateful and the like. I was sent to help take down the international band of human traffickers that go by the acronym DEA. Nasty things those are, creatures that enslave and rape with grinding grief and greed. I am but a being in this world that is not of this world. You could say that it gives me a fresh perception of an overtly infected wound. Enough of me, my tail... and tale will come out as time moves on. Time is such a funny thing;it can be short or long. It can stop ( in some dimensions), but it never ends. There are world's upon world's with dimensions coming out of their asses people. The human world is not so special. However, to God, all humans are special, so when you kill his people, he calls up an enforcer of sorts. I'm just here to enjoy the view, have fun, and remind this sector that ENSLAVEMENT IS WRONG IN ANY AND ALL FORMS.
