I have a very risky line of work. It’s my job to repair electric substations. There’s a good chance of death or serious injury, but the pay makes up for that. On Tuesday, I went out in the van to repair a transformer a few miles away. Long story short, I got there and got a huge electric shock, throwing me into the metal fence. My vision blacked out. Everything went silent.
The next thing I knew, I was on a wooden bed in a dimly lit stone room.
“James Wilkes, age 21, from Oxford. Correct?” I heard a young female voice ask.
“Y-yes?” I replied, more nervous than ever. She walked in front of me, and that’s when I saw her for the first time. She looked about my age, with a thin nose, white skin and black hair, matching her eye shadow, lips and clothing that looked like lingerie under an equally black trenchcoat. Not to mention her athletic body with huge boobs and an ass to die for.
“I am here to take your life. Unl-”
“Wait? Are you the grim reaper or something?” I interrupted.