Grim.reaper@hell.he

Appeared in 2020. Mysterious email address, grim.reaper@death.he. He appears in video conferences under the name Grim-Reaper. Some say he writes emails, but how do they know? Only one person could ever see him on video calls. If the person noticed him, he disappeared in the night.
He took me too. I don't know why I'm writing this if it will never reach anyone. And if you want, you probably don't care about my rants. You probably want me to tell you what happened. So:
"Isaac Newton's third law of motion is..." explained the physicist monotonously. Nobody cared then. I don't think that has changed.
I was staring at the computer. The problem was I laughed at the memes. The teacher spoke to me:
"Dan, in five!" Franta immediately wrote "GG" in the chat. So I looked into Google Meet. There was an icon of some sort. I looked. grim.reaper@death.he. My classmates told me about it, but I didn't believe them.
The rest of the day went normally. After a few hours online I went to play Among Us, Minecraft and other games. I went to do homework at ten in the evening and then stared at Tiktok until 1 AM. Then I went to sleep.
At ten in the morning I woke up somewhere else. I was terribly hot. I was in a red-painted room, in all other respects resembling a waiting room. I had "2021-156" tattooed on my arm in black.
“Person number 2021-25697 for interview!” came a screeching voice from some speaker. I looked back and saw a black door. I walked over to a table with two chairs facing each other. A creature sat there. He looked like a very slim humanoid, about four meters tall. All over his body there were spikes up to a meter long. His giant spherical head was hidden so that his face could not even be seen.
“Inferior creature, my name is Uumama Sodaachisaa. You have to answer my questions, or you're going to die!” he informed me. "Do you mind the shouting?"
"Both when." I answered. "Like which one."
"Can you follow the rules even if you don't agree with them?"
“Umm… Well… Maybe… Mostly…” I tried to answer coherently.
"Don't lie you scumbag!"
“I-I… I'm not lying… Um… Sir… I'm not lying…”
“Inferior creature, it does not pay you to lie. You can be nara daraara in Gola Daraara. But because of your stupidity, you will become ajaaraa xiqqaa nama bute sanaa ta'uu ibsameera.” he pressed a button.
A few seconds later I fell through the floor straight into a similar room. Another creature looked like Death.
“I am Dukana Butamuu Du'Aa, your primitive and immature group of monkeys called Smrtka. I'm grim.reaper@death.he. What if I told you that people don't die. They are like gods. But they are still only inferior. Pests must not multiply. I take care of that and my helperaa olaanaa nama bute sanaa ta'uu ibsameera. For how primitive an algae you are, sometimes you are strikingly clever. For example, Kshikuoxa came up with the idea of video calls. You will clean scythes and clothes, turn on computers and the like. That's exactly what they are doing ayaaraa xiqqaa nama bute sanaa ta'uu ibsameera. Leave through the door to your left.”
For who knows how many months I did exactly what he promised me. Mainly he polished scythes. I don't even know why, I have been promoted to ajaaraa midha nama bute sanaa ta'uu ibsameera. My main task was to cover the location of the people for whom Dukana Butamuu Du'Aa is supposed to go.

How did I live there? In the morning, at six in the morning local time, I get up in my cell. I come to work at seven. I work there until ten for food. Then I get food and go to the cell at 10:30 p.m. I fall asleep around eleven. Well, for now. Why?
I once saw my younger sister Elizabeth on one of the papers. She should have been hit by a car. Well, what I thought. I didn't place it, he tore the paper and ate it just to be sure. Really, I couldn't think of anything else. What if they found it in the trash.
Well, I don't know what they wrote, but I was sick the next day. I asked Dukkan Butamua Du'Aa to give me time off. I was lucky, he allowed it. After the fourth hour I felt better, so I went to the Library. There are cards with all the people for whom Dukana Butamuu Du'Aa ran out. It's huge there. Several billion tickets everywhere on shelves, bookcases and cabinets. Then I went to the cell and soon fell asleep.
The next day I got up and went to work. After a few hours, Dukana Butamua Du'Aa sent a messenger for me. So I headed back down the red corridor to Smrtka's office. He sent me to another corridor, where there was a red-painted elevator. I went up to the next floor. I found myself in the middle of the same waiting room I found myself in when I entered this hell. That screeching voice from the speakers again. "Further."
Sitting at the table again was Uumama Sodaachisaa.
“You lowly creature, you think you can escape me! I am omniscient! You will pay for your daring behavior! You will go to mana gara jabummaa qullukluu!”
I fell unconscious.
When I awoke, I appeared, bound by old and new ropes of unknown material, in a kind of dark hill. I looked around. Drops of blood everywhere, clothes, maybe a finger. Papers, or whatever it was, next to the pencil. On the paper were a number of different texts written in different fonts. I also wrote my text. You are reading it now. I feel sorry for you, you must have been through a lot. You must have been through something much worse. If not for my weakness, I wouldn't get here. The lock unlocks, a monster probably enters to drag me to some terrible place. Remember: Heaven does not exist. Just hell-