I still remember it like it was yesterday, I was on the bus heading to a maximum security prison and boom suddenly we crashed and everyone died. Turns out that wasn’t supposed to happen and some high ancient deity gave all of us new life, granted we had to protect a favorite world of his but it’s still better than death. It’s been 5 years now and we’re known as the monster hunting mercenaries. Thing is though, you can’t really expect a bunch of prisoners to get along. By the end of the first day over half of us were dead because of infighting, eventually me and four others being the strongest of the group, killed everyone else and teamed up to fulfill our pact with the god. Luckily the god had sent us one of his most trusted followers to teach us how to live in this world, though that journey is a whole other story.