With a blink of an eye, I was sitting on a chair facing two people in what seemed to be a spacious office with a minimalist design. Aside from my chair, there was only one other object in the room, a desk, and behind it sat a blonde, bespectacled woman, thirty-ish, beautiful in her own stern, intelligent way. Standing next to her was a youthful, smiling man with a long hair and beard—looking very familiar if I might add. Both were dressed smartly in formal suits. 

“You must be very confused right now. Would you like some tea?” asked the woman, and before I even answered I realized that I was holding a steamy cup of tea in my hand. 

With a start as if jolted by a bolt of lightning, I almost jumped out of my chair and began to blabber my thoughts out aloud.  

“I was at my apartment... and then I drank... Kyle! He drugged me and—”

“Killed you, yes. Look, we don’t have much time, so I’ll explain everything to you first. Then we’ll talk... for about a minute. Will that be all right?” said the woman impatiently as she checked her gold watch. 

I blinked. 

“Sure,” I shrugged.

She had that air of authority around her. I had no choice but to oblige.

“Right now, you are sitting for a job interview.”

“What—”

“Don’t interrupt me. You’ll have a chance to ask questions later.”

“A question,” corrected the long-haired bearded man gently with an apologetic smile. 

“We’re really pressed for time here,” he added. 

I looked between the two pleasant-looking, but eerily intimidating, duo and nodded dubiously for them to continue. 

“Uh-huh. Of course, time’s money. Please go on,” I said with an uncomprehending frown.

“We really like your reflexes and decision-making skills. Of course, physically, soldiers and trained federal agents make more sense, but they’re not accustomed to the setting at hand.”

“And they’re the experts at adapting to any environment given, but simulations tell us that you’re the man for the job, so,” smiled the bearded dude. Something about his smile was oddly comforting.

I was nodding and smiling back at their fast-paced dialogue until I decided I had had enough. 

“I’m sorry. Who are you guys? And what job are we talking about?”

The two ‘interviewers’ exchanged quick glances, and the woman let out a short sigh as she checked her watch again.

“Might as well get it over with. We, are World Company. I’m the Grand Operational Director, and this associate of mine works for the Joint Execution-Salvation United Service.”

“Right. That made zero sense. What is this 'World Company?'”

“I’m GOD. And he’s JESUS. One of them, actually,” said the director nonchalantly, as the JESUS agent waved at me congenially.  

I took a deep breath before exploding. 

“What the hell?”

“Ooh, we don’t use that word around here,” said the bearded agent. 

I looked at him, and it finally came to me.

“You. You, literally, look like Jesus.”

There. I had to point it out.

“The look is kind of like our uniform,” smiled JESUS man. 

“You mean there’s more than one... Jesus? How many of you are there?”

“Enough chit-chat. Back to the business. What we are doing is offering you a job and an employment at the Genesis Department,” said GOD.

“And you. How long have you been God? All this time we had a female God and we thought you were this old grandpa—”

“The position rotates every millennium,” said GOD flatly. 

“That makes sense. It does, right?” I looked to JESUS guy for support and got one in the form of a reassuring smile and a nod. 

“The work you are given is to beta test the world we’ve been developing.”

“We call it, the ‘Dungeon,’ because it’s still pretty primitive in the current status,” added JESUS guy. 

“It’s basically a prototype of the Next World after the Armageddon,” said GOD.

“Arma— what?” 

“The Apocalypse. The end of this current world.”