What do you think Grim Reaper do every day? Reaping souls...duh Now this one is harder. Do you think he wants the job? In a terrible era, where the death-rate rocketed and Vampires and Necromancers had reigned unopposed. Death had created the organization to force the monster from beyond to near annihilation. The organization that is still alive into the modern era. They're the Death Department. The mystic organization, tasked to protect humanity with anything they can lay their hand on. Magic. Psychic power. Explosive. Freeze ray. You name it they have it. So when the groups of idiot are trying to summon the world-ending demon into the world. The Death Department has sent their best. Amacin Spades, the man who loath his nicknames and absolutely hate working in the team to finish this audit with....a team. This time Amacin have to swallow his pet hate and do what he have to do which is eating donut and try not to shoot his teammates as they whacked themselves into the beginning of the end. At least his team doesn't have a common theme. Dress code is a disaster.