Civil Servant Hunter's S-class Resignation Log Novels & Stories

This morning, Sumico had handed in her resignation letter onto Pete Jupiter’s working desk. Pete Jupiter wasn’t seen in the office today, so he merely accepted his ex-girlfriend’s resignation letter via the human resource department. Subsequently, the human resource department in Huangwira Enterprise settled up Sumico’s resignation and starting from today on, Sumico had officially resigned from Huangwira Enterprise.

Names that appeared for six months, then vanished into a clerk’s shrug. Sean’s pencil was an instrument, not a fidget. He circled dates, drew arrows between initials that repeated across departments. “This one—H.K.—signs off on ammo requisitions and rail clearances. H. Koerner? Kappel? Doesn’t matter yet.” “Geheimhaltungsstufe,” Silvia murmured, tapping a stamp. “Secrecy level. Tier three. You didn’t get that for experimental boots.” Terry mimed a rifle. “Long grey thing—pew pew—”

"What is this, Quinton? The meeting is over." "It is a formal human resources submission," Quinton said. His voice was completely flat, devoid of any inflection. "Filed yesterday afternoon with Frank Miller. It required a direct escalation to your desk." Chandler frowned. He reached out and flipped the cover open. Inside lay a standard pack resignation form. At the bottom, signed in clean, unwavering black ink, was Tracy’s name.

|| Author POV || “Something feels off. That man joined the academy and withdrew in the same year.” Chris said, sliding a few old files across the glass coffee table. Killian, seated across from him in the living room frowned deeply. His eyes flicked toward the main door briefly. A subtle sign he was waiting for someone. “He was listed as a social studies professor.” Chris continued, tapping the folder “But resigned just a few months in. No reason listed. And look at this, no photograph. No ID scan. Almost like he wiped out his own existence from the records.”