Monsters were, of course, a big worry for most folks. Inhuman beasts that would rip muscle from bone with little to no effort. Despite the danger the creatures posed, the human monsters were what people were scared of most. The type that knew what they were doing, just simply didn't care.

Unlike most beings, I wasn't scared of anything. Why would I be when I was a bigger monster than anything on this wretched, rotten planet? Which I used to my advantage. As a mercenary.

It might be strange to some, to hire a monster to protect yourself from monsters. Those daft gits died first.

Just how I died. Many, many years ago. So long that the memories had faded around the edges. Softer things now, blurrier. It didn't matter though. The one memory that was most important to me was as bright as ever. My death. A violent, bloody ordeal.

My mission in my afterlife, the thing that kept me chained to this plane, was to ensure no other poor sod died like I did. So, I started to offer my protection services. People came into my home to tell me what they needed from me. I very rarely said no to a job.

Which is exactly what you walked up to my door for one early morning. To hire me. You needed protection on a long, dangerous journey you'd most likely die on if you attempted on your own.

The knock pulled my attention from my spot at the fireplace, dark brown eyes flicking to the door. "What?" I barked, not bothering to move.