[ WP ] Immortality has been achieved , but overpopulation is a problem . To solve this , society has created a new job field : `` Angels of Death '' , people who 's job it is to simulate a natural death rate by killing a certain quota of random people a day . You are one of these `` Angels '' .

Every day I face a multitude of dilemmas. *Do I choose this guy today? Or... maybe his neighbor next door...? How about... my girlfriend's ex? * When scientists discovered a way to prolong life to the extent of immortality, the world rejoiced. Death was no longer an a threat to those who feared it, and families no longer had to brace for the inevitable death of loved ones. However, the concept of immortality itself presented many problems. The scientists had found the solution for death, but not the cure for sickness. This meant that there were unfortunate individuals that were diagnosed with incurable illnesses who would suffer for eternity. 
 
 That problem asides, the main issue was overpopulation. I mean, what could we do about those coming in if we had no way to send others out? Of course, that's the logical way to think about it, so it was obvious that the government had already thought of a solution. I am part of this solution- Operation Passover. The government had secretly contacted all of us, but the actual number they reached out to was unknown to me. There was no saying no to this, as the existence of this program was to be kept confidential. As an `` Angel'', I simply had to administer a liquid-soluble drug that induced apoptosis in nerve cells once the person went to sleep, counteracting the immortality agent and making the death look natural. Of course, administering the drug through liquid was n't the only way to get it into a target's system. The drug could also be dissolved in water then turned into vapor, and it could also be orally administered provided that the target was sleeping or unwary of something dropping in their mouths. The public was simply told that those who died had wished for it themselves. Society did n't care much about how stupid this sounded, everyone was too busy with their own lives to care. 
 
 At first, it was a simple job to clean out the filth of society and the sick. However, our quota was colossal- 151,600 a day to be exact. Within a year, my colleagues and I had done the easy work and wiped out the criminals, and two months after that we had wiped out the victims of incurable diseases. While they were told that they still had hope, the truth was that doctors had stopped trying to find cures for complex illnesses because of the problem of overpopulation. It was n't that it was right, but it was simply the lesser of two evils. It was hard to do for the newbies but with time, they had gotten over it by believing that they were delivering the sick from pain. 
 
 Fast forward three years, and here I am, looking for people to fill my personal quota. Unlike the previous years, the government decided to allow us to randomly choose our targets as long as we reached our daily quotas. I personally hated their decision. They were n't the ones who had to go out and purposefully kill random civilians, so why were they bringing emotion back into our jobs? This meant that we had a duty to protect our loved ones. If we offended anyone in the workplace before going out to the field, it meant that those close to us would be in danger. Because of this, many agents chose to stop associating with others more than they had to. Many of us began to play detective and kill corrupt politicians. However, something was wrong. Some of my colleagues began to die themselves, but it clearly could n't have been done by another one of us because we were not allowed to do so. We were told to think nothing about these deaths, but this only served to spark my curiosity. However, as much as I would have loved to investigate the deaths of my colleagues, their deaths meant that my own quota had increased, so I had no time to worry myself with such things. As time passed, new agents were brought in to replace those who had died, so I my workload returned to normal and I found myself asking... *'' What could have killed my colleagues? `` * 
 
 I decided to begin investigating. I scourged through journals that my deceased friends had left behind, and soon realized that they had died while investigating the same thing- the deaths of other colleagues. As I dove deeper into the mystery, I noticed that everyone wrote that they were contacted by an unknown source that asked about Operation Passover. This was strange, the operation was highly classified and should never have been disclosed to the public, so there was no way that an outside source would have any knowledge of the program. 
 
 My investigation, however, brought me back to my region's office. I thought that everything was actually fine, since it would make sense that those in our office would know about the operation. Ever since I began spending more time in my investigation, I had not come in to the office because I said I was taking a break. However, as soon as I walked in, I knew something was wrong. The office was empty, and the lights were off. I knew more clues had to be here, so despite my instincts, I walked into the storage room where files were kept. I found the odd one out- a cabinet without a label. I pulled open the drawer. It was n't empty. I pulled out the only note inside. It read, `` no see''. The door slammed. The lights kicked on. As I was blinded, I felt the AC go on. I began to feel drowsy. As I collapsed, I noticed a message on the ceiling that I had n't seen when I walked in. *'' Ezekiel 28:13-19'' *
