Interview

She was dumped in a factory. At least, it looked like a factory. There were moving parts and production lines and hearts. Hearts everywhere.

She was shoved up, pushed into a back room.

"Name?" An old crone asked.

"What?"

"Name?"

"B-Bleeding Hearts," she stuttered.

"Occupation?"

"Um, I..well, I--"

"Occupation?"

"None."

"Skills?"

"Magic."

"Preference?"

"To what?"

"Preference?"

"Um, quiet work, I guess. No production lines. Work alone. Well, as alone as possible."

"Acknowledged. Go get your uniform, then you'll be assigned work. Go. Now."

Hearts stumbled out the door.