Elias felt a cold dread settle in his chest. "I want to go home. Where is this? Is this Chicago?"
"At Brimstone Inc., 'just doing your job' is our corporate motto," Gregory smiled, showing too many teeth. "But we don't hire just anyone. Our clients are... demanding. They don't want settlements. They want souls. They want the kind of misery that ripples through generations." Brimstone Incorporated
Gregory sat behind a desk of polished obsidian that seemed to swallow the dim fluorescent light of the office. He didn't look like a demon; he looked like a mid-level bureaucrat in a cheap polyester suit, the kind who enjoys denying insurance claims. On the door behind him, gold leaf lettering read: Elias felt a cold dread settle in his chest