- Emalm

*SPLURCH*

My job involves sorting people at a gate, you see. Mostly distinguishing between humans and oni.

But also humans with lots of bad karma who need to be sent to their appropriate Hells.

It's a lot like this sorting we're doing right now.

Dark red, still a little warm... terrible-smelling, they need to be told apart somehow. Such as with a taste test.

It's not a job you can handle...

if you remember every little thing.

Well, well. So you do remember your job...

Naturally... The meat of a human who's spent so long building up karma

should be a real delicacy, right?

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