She was a free, kindred spirit. She could carelessly laugh and play with her friends. I've been watching her for a while, and it's all about to change; she'll be used for what I need. Strength.
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I live on souls. Once the human population runs out, I'm out. Adiós. I look for the best though, as I inherit traits of the soul. Happy, free, intelligent, ambitious and confident; these are the traits I need to be the best I can. Looking at me you wouldn't tell that I was any different than you. You wouldn't tell that I was a Spirit Seeker; you would just see Jason, a basic high schooler who is scrawny and pasty. In reality though, I'm everyone's worst nightmare, as I take what you're afraid of and use it to my advantage, to torture you, until you surrender everything and as I lock eyes with you, all I have to do is touch your chest, then I inhale your sweet soul. It's an art for my people, we don't want just any soul, especially not those of a narcissist or somebody with OCD, as you can see the problems that could arise. I want only the most pure, genuine spirits.
