"So Kylo," A strange man folds down his newspaper, looking at the younger man sitting across the desk. "Welcome to the Bottle Helpers."

Kylo sits still, awkwardly trying to avoid eye contact. "Where am I? I don't remember coming here..."

"Oh, that's because you're in a dream." The man says. For some reason, his face cannot be described. "You have been selected to be a Bottle Helper."

"What the hell is that?" Since this is all a dream, he doesn't need to take this first impression seriously.

"You help the dead. The lost dead, you catch them in these bottles, then they will be shipped--"

"I am not turning into a reaper!" Kylo stands so quickly that his chair falls behind him. "Screw this! We just started and I already hate this!"

With a turn on his heel, he reaches for the door. "Oh I wouldn't do that, young man. If you leave now, you'll never hear what the job has to offer."

"I'm fine!" 

"You're in between jobs, this could-"

"I'll just be a janitor." 

Foolishly, the young man leaves. He snaps awake in his dark room. He looks around his apartment, making sure everything is in its' place, though it's hard to tell in this light. Kylo groans, rolling off his mattress. Water. Mornings are the worst for him, and this is why finding work sucks.The water bill is due soon, He thinks, pouring himself a glass.

Hello.

Kylo's eyes widen in shock, he turns slowly to the door way. For a split second, he swears he saw something. Something like a ghost. CLUNK. He drops the glass in the sink, rushing for his bed. 

Screw this!