Before Joseph, a large well-lit room was slowly filling with a great many disorientated people. They arrived in silent flashes of white light the intensity of which was lessened by generous lighting of the room. The people were greeted with a comfortable atmosphere, the room being filled with many plush couches and chairs as well as refreshments laden upon long tables draped in white. The ceiling extended several dozen feet above, terminating in a mostly glass dome that was mirrored black due to the night sky. The floor was old but well polished and maintained wood, with nary a squeaky board to be found, and the walls were painted warm shades and populated by various works of art, mostly portraits. At the fore of the room stood two massive hardwood doors that looked like they belonged to a fairy-tale castle, the entirety of which were carved with scenes of triumphant battle. Flanking these doors were large, narrow windows of stained glass depicting similar scenes. At the rear of the room a single large, wide staircase lead up to a wide, railed landing that housed two smaller, more plain double doors. It was on this staircase that Joseph sat, dressed in casual civilian clothing, absent-mindedly observing the actions of the people who had begun to appear.
They were people of all sorts, though they fell into a relatively small age bracket. All similarly startled and confounded by the their sudden predicament. They began to ask each other where they were, only to learn that none of their fellows had any clue either. A few tried the doors, both the large wooden ones and the various smaller ones around the room, but found them to be locked. Despite this, no one openly panicked. They had no idea how they had gotten there, having one moment been going about their days and the next finding themselves God knows where, but none of them thought the intentions of whatever brought them there were malicious. Joseph didn't know for sure, but he figured Marco and a sprinkling of magic had a hand in that. He'd have to ask later. Eventually, most of the people began to relax. Some of them sat, some of them ate. Most of them talked excitedly to one another, theorizing just what was going on. A few had taken it upon themselves to greet the new people that spontaneously appeared, helping to keep everything a little orderly. In the few recruitment drives Joseph had seen, it had been like this. Much of it likely had to do with the type of people chosen for this job. Not being prone to panic was a big part of what made a good Slayer.
The Slayer Corps. Supernatural police force extraordinaire. Nobody in the room but Joseph knew it, but they were all about to be given a choice that would change them forever, mentally, physically, and emotionally. Once all those who had answered yes on those mysterious notes had gathered, Joseph knew that the wizard Marco would stride through the doors behind him to greet the new blood and offer them a choice. Some would accept, some would decline. Most would not make it through the battery of tests that would follow. Those who did, however, would be well on their way to becoming humanity's absolute elite; the only thing holding back an ever encroaching wave of darkness ignored by the common folk. To become a Slayer was the ultimate honor, at least in Joseph's mind, but it came with a price. It was the single most dangerous job on the planet.
Which suited Joseph just fine.