I never thought that I would become a victim. True, not in the usual sense of the word. Although I didn’t end up in another world, I definitely did. Now I have to work for the Big Boss and collect sold souls for him. Like a courier, you have to travel around the world, only you don’t deliver the goods, but you need to pick them up. Not to say that things are going badly and the goodies are very good - one bottomless salary card is worth it. I would like to live and be happy, but, as in any job, I also have a lot of nuances. Either the client comes across as aggressive - he starts shooting and all that, then he didn’t meet the deadline, and now go into purgatory, look for the lost one and lead him by the hand to the boss. Everything would be fine, except my boss is the Devil. But I’ll get out of it, I was a manager!