

Karma“Can I help you?” The secretary asked. Her false courtesy seeped through every word and sent chills through Victor’s spine. Surrounded by armed guards, too-white walls, and enough mirrors to make fun house envious he suddenly wondered why the hell he even came. The answer was simple at best, he came because he had an appointment. An appointment he didn’t make or want. No, people like him didn’t come to Karmic Inc. on their own accord. They were summoned and expected to respond with the obedience of a canine. Tools and projects of the deities and their sick minds and desires, he had no purpose in life except to entertain them with his sufferinKarma
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