Mullock III

As they walked, Clark glanced down at Janks and did a double take. "Hey, is that a kid?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

Gibson nodded. "Yes, this is Janks."

Clark's eyes widened. "Well, I haven't see a kid transported in Gahenna. But I won't ask any questions. Come on, let's get you registered so you can get settled in."

Finally, they arrived at a small room at the edge of the facility. It was a plain, unassuming structure, with a single door and a few small windows. As they approached, Clark handed Gibson a piece of paper.

"Give this to the scribe," Clark said. "She'll record your information and give you an ID. Then you'll have to decide whether you want to be an incinerator or a collector."

Gibson nodded and as he enter the room he handed the paper to the scribe, who quickly took down their information.

"Welcome to Gahenna," the scribe said, smiling warmly at them. "I'm Loisa, and it's my job to assign new arrivals to their roles in the community. You have two options: you can become an incinerator, or you can become a collector."

Gibson looked at her quizzically. "What's the difference?"

"An incinerator is responsible for hunting and killing the monsters that are sent to Gahenna as punishment," the scribe explained. "It's a dangerous job, but it's well-paying and respected in the community. A collector, on the other hand, is responsible for collecting and sorting the garbage that is sent to Gahenna. It's not as glamorous, but it's a necessary job and can be lucrative if you're good at it."

Gibson thought for a moment. He knew that he had the skills and strength to be an incinerator, but he wasn't sure if he was ready for the danger and responsibility. On the other hand, being a collector seemed safer, but he wasn't sure if he could handle the monotony and the smell.

"What do you think, Janks?" Gibson asked, turning to the young boy.

Janks just looked at him with wide eyes, not understanding what was happening. But he seemed to be taking everything in with amazement.

Gibson hesitated, unsure if he was up for the challenge. But as he looked around the facility, he saw the faces of the collectors from before. They looked dead, exhausted from their hard work. He knew that he couldn't subject Janks and himself to that kind of life.

He said, his voice determined. "I'll be an incinerator."

Loisa studied him for a moment, seeming to weigh his decision. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked. "There are very few who are chosen to be incinerators but the job is not for the faint of heart. It can be dangerous and exhausting."

Gibson nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, I am sure. I'm willing to take the risk to make sure Janks and I have a chance at survival in this place."

Loisa nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Very well. I'll make a note of your decision. Welcome to the ranks of the incinerators, Gibson."

Loisa nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Very well. I'll make a note of your decision. Welcome to the ranks of the incinerators, Gibson."

Gibson looked at him, curious. "What does that mean?" he asked. "What are the ranks of the incinerators?"

Loisa smiled. "The ranks of the incinerators are based on experience and skill. There are five ranks: Spark, Ember, Flare, Blaze, and Eternal. As a new member, you are ranked as a Spark, the lowest rank. But with hard work and determination, you can rise through the ranks and become one of the best incinerators in Gahenna."

Gibson nodded, taking in this information. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to do whatever it took to protect Janks and himself in this strange place.

"I understand," he said, his voice firm. "I'll do whatever it takes to become the best incinerator I can be."

The scribe smiled, his eyes twinkling. "I have no doubt that you will, Gibson. Now, let's get you registered and set you up with your first assignment. It's time to start your journey as an incinerator."

Gibson nodded, his heart racing with excitement and nerves. He had no idea what to expect, but he was ready to take on whatever challenges came his way.

As the scribe began to enter Gibson's information into the system, he reached for a small button on his desk. He pressed it, and a moment later, the door to the room opened and an assistant walked in.

"Ah, good, you're here," Loisa said. "Please give Gibson his wrist watch and show him how to use it."

The assistant nodded and approached Gibson, holding out a small, sleek wrist watch. Gibson took it, studying it with interest. It had a small screen and a few buttons, and he couldn't wait to see what it could do.

"This watch will be your lifeline while you're here in Gahenna," the scribe explained. "It will keep track of your assignments, your rank, and your benefits. It will also alert you when it's time to report back to the facility. So make sure you keep it with you at all times."

Gibson nodded, slipping the watch onto his wrist. He couldn't wait to see what this new life had in store for him.

As they left, Gibson couldn't help but be amazed by the sights and sounds of Gahenna. The streets were crowded and chaotic, with people rushing about on all manner of errands. He saw towering stacks of houses, each one more rundown and dilapidated than the last.

The assistant led Gibson and Janks through the crowded marketplace, weaving through the crowds of people. "This is where you'll be living," he said, gesturing to the rows of houses. "Find a place to call home, and be sure to come back here when the square-looking device on your wrist lights up. That's when you'll receive your first assignment."