He stood arms folded over his chest, he hated his job for how violent it could be the only good thing is he could tell if anyone was gonna die by the numbers. Pearly white numbers over everyone’s head that would say 1-2 digit numbers to say how much longer someone’s lifespan was.

He was so used to seeing smaller numbers that he had to do a double take as someone walked by with a 0. He looked around, trying to see if anyone else was the same but it was only this person. He tapped the persons shoulder and asked why his number was 0.

He was shocked to find out that he wasn’t supposed to see the numbers, asking a crap ton of questions. That’s the last thing her remembered.

The next morning he woke, the numbers gone and no memory of the man or the numbers.