Work Text:
They say I’m cold. A masked coward unfeeling.
Simply because I do the dirty work, but it’s a living.
It’s a cliche I know, both the job and how I behave.
But attachments are bad for business, a shame I know.
And yet this is what I chose to be long ago.
It being all fine and well until that one job on that faithful day.
The very precise moment I still remember, when my life as it was burnt down to embers.
When the little green dude emerged from out of nowhere much. My life as it was, ending.