Dark Charms

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I hate my job.

I know when people say, "Oh I just hate my job", they usually say it out of irratience or annoyance that they just need the money.

But for me , I truly truly hated my job.

And I had no choice.

Aratoria. The city of dreams. That's the city I lived in. If you visited the city itself, it seemed nice enough, clean and relaxing.

But it held dark secrets, with dark rules and horrible laws.

You see Aratoria is the one city in the world where anything goes.

And by anything I mean...anything.

Of course not too humans though. That would be just awful. Illegal actually which is a joke.

No, what I mean is the open rule is excluded for anyone who isn't human.

You're probably a little confused.

I guess I should explain the job I have first.

I work at a ..Zoo.

It's not exactly a conventional type of Zoo. It's a Zoo where supernatural creatures lie.

From Werewolves, to mermaids, to the boogiemen you've heard whispers off.

They're all real and they're all imprisoned.

Years ago, when the supernaturals first started to appear, they actually just came and killed humans. We were nothing more than small insects to them.

But then a man by the name of,  "Lucas Brown", invented a drug known as "X", a drug that immobiled and weakened any supernatural.

It was a war really. Humans VS supernatural as.. and well you can guess who won.

Since then, supernaturals are treated like vermin. They're either sold or killed... or forced to be stared at in our "Zoo".

It's extremely sad. And there's nothing humans who actually do give a shit about them can do.

It's illegal to help any supernatural. It's illegal to love a supernatural.

Aratoria was the main city for all dreams and life.

But in return, it sucked any happiness out of those who weren't human.

And not only that but once you turn 18, you're assigned a job.

You can't change it and you usually work the same job until you're about 21.

When I was first told off my new job.. well I was confused. It was said to me as if I was going to be working at a brothel.

The teacher who had told me had nearly spat out the words in disgust.

And I realized why later.

The Zoo I work at is not only just for display.

For a certain price you can torture any of the supernaturals. You can kill them if you want too.

And once in a while, you can even buy a rare supernatural.

It's a fucked up job and it's a fucked up city.

I don't even know why I'm writing all this down. If anyone from the government read this I would be shot.

But I feel like someone might find this. Like someone might understand just wrong this all is.

I hate having to go to "work". I hate having to see these poor supernaturals who look so.. dead inside. And on the outside they're beaten up. Cuts and wounds all over their bodies.