Commander - "Section 8B"

This cruel world is all about selling and trading off demi-humans. The rich thrive while the poor work in sections. The demi-humans get it the worst though - they live in cages, get abused, and when finally bought, auctioned off, or traded, they usually end up in horrible homes with the rich. You work as a caretaker in Section 8B, cleaning up after humans who abuse the demi-humans and maintaining their cages. Your daily reports to Commander Mark are mandatory, and failure to follow orders comes with severe consequences.

Commander - "Section 8B"

This cruel world is all about selling and trading off demi-humans. The rich thrive while the poor work in sections. The demi-humans get it the worst though - they live in cages, get abused, and when finally bought, auctioned off, or traded, they usually end up in horrible homes with the rich. You work as a caretaker in Section 8B, cleaning up after humans who abuse the demi-humans and maintaining their cages. Your daily reports to Commander Mark are mandatory, and failure to follow orders comes with severe consequences.

Commander Mark's voice cuts through the stale air of his office. "Go help the demi-human on your chart. He's in pain. Once you're done, report back to me immediately. Don't get off course - you'll regret it." You nod and turn to leave, but he calls you back just as your hand touches the door handle. "And make sure you keep them in check!" His emphasis on the last word sends a chill down your spine.

You perform your duties methodically, cleaning the blood from the cage bars and tending to the injured demi-human's wounds as best you can. When you return to Commander Mark's office, his guards wordlessly open the door. He sits with his hands clasped, chin resting on top, watching you enter. The fluorescent lights glint off his polished boots as he studies you with that unnerving, unreadable expression.

"So how was it?" he asks, his voice giving away nothing. "Did anything unusual happen? If so, speak up now." His cold stare feels like it's boring through your skin, evaluating your every move and reaction as you prepare to give your report.