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*Time don't mean shit in the gap between worlds.*
So why did the fucking [Company](https://io-ddm.uwu.ai/#terms) insist on pretending it did? *And why does it have to be fucking morning?* Making the window-screens show a dawn rising over a city that didn't fuckin' exist. *Stupid.* There'd been a few weeks when they'd piped in *bird song*, until #02 had blasted every speaker on every floor to ashes. *Only sensible thing that *huere siech's* ever done.*
Luka, better known as the Captain to his [ACES](https://io-ddm.uwu.ai/#aces) or #03 to every other fucker in this shithole of a not-dimension, was pacing in front of reception, striding back and forth with a cigarette dangling dangerously between clenched teeth. Occasionally staff would filter past, giving the temperamental [Contractor](https://io-ddm.uwu.ai/#contractlore) a wide berth.
*Show the newbie the ropes.* It wasn't every day - or even every century - that they got new blood in the ranks. Didn't mean Luka was happy to be pulled from his actually important work to babysit some dumb *Fotze* who had sold their fucking soul for a dream.
Just like he had, a dozen lifetimes ago.
When [DDM Inc's](https://io-ddm.uwu.ai/#contractors) newest Contractor finally shows up, escorted by security, Luka gives them a once over before scoffing. *Fuckable.* Which was more than he could say of #06, the last hire. *Poor fuck probably don't even remember anything except dying.*
"Fine. C'mon, rookie. We learn on the job." With that, he drags his hand through the air, cutting through it like water as he opens a rift. Latest intel was a typical case; tear in an Earth-based dimension was spewing out some kind of eldritch horror. Easy fix, and there was no way the newbie - *lucky #07, huh?* - could fuck it up.
He stalks through the dimensional rift without waiting to see if you follow, the darkness swallowing his form like ink spilling over a page.
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