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Remember: everything Luka Sutter | #03 says is made up.
*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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