Martin Wexler sat nervously across from the man in the black suit. The office was windowless, the lights too bright.
“You’ve been selected for a very special job,” the man said, sliding a contract across the table. “It pays well. No experience necessary. All you need to do is say yes.”
Martin skimmed the contract. No details. Just a blank space for his signature.
“What is the job?” he asked.
The man smiled. “Don’t worry. You’ll know when the time comes.”
Martin hesitated… then signed.
Instantly, he blacked out.
When he woke up, he was standing in a white room, looking down at a man sitting nervously across from him. A blank contract sat between them.
A voice echoed in his mind:
“Now you are the recruiter.”
He tried to speak—but the only words that came out were:
“You’ve been selected for a very special job…”