A ghost-like figure with no facial features, walks with a lethargic gait on top of ash-colored road with the surrounding being completely black. Other similar figures slowly appear around him and it disappears in the sea, until a portal emerges on top of the figure. A hand slowly moves out from the portal, before swaying left and right, like it was looking for something. The hand stops on top of the figure and quickly reaches out to grab it by holding its head between its two fingers. The figure offers no resistance as it's hoisted into the air and pulled into the portal. The other figures don't react to the portal nor the hand disappearing, only continuing to walk.
The hand carelessly drops the figure after returning from the portal and the figure plummets down, until it's descent suddenly halts in mid-air.
The hand turns into particles of blue light that gets absorbed by an old man that suddenly materializes out of nowhere. The old man slowly walks to the figure and raises his hand to it, with white particles flowing out of his hand.
Slowly, facial features appear on its face. Starting with its face that changes into a pointed chin with slightly pudgy neck, mouth with a scar laced across it's lips, cheeks that shows the lining of the bones inside, a pointed nose, eyes that are shut with bushy eyebrows, wide forehead and finally, long black hair grows out of it's head that reaches its shoulder.
The old man stops his action in order to inspect his work. He nods then snaps his finger and yellow particles slowly flow outside from him. The yellow particles float on top of him, before he snaps his finger again and the particles race to go inside of the figure.
After the last particle enters the figure's body, it slowly opens its eyes, revealing a light cyan color.
"Congratulations damned soul. You had been selected to be reincarnated into a new world."
'...What?' The figure thought as it's mind is still groggy, as if it had been asleep for a hundred years.
"Now, it is time to choose your soulmate for your new world." The old man materializes a box out of nothingness and sticks his hand into it. He fumbles around in the box, until he stops and slowly pulls out a stick. He checks the results and gives a short laugh.
"Haha, now, this will be fun." The old man looks directly into the figure's eyes while his mouth slowly turns into a sickening smile that sends shivers into the figure's spine. "Congratulations again. You had won a soulmate, but not just any soulmate. You won one hundred soulmates." He shows the figure the stick, the engravings giving off a pure white aura around it, highlighting the number 100 even more.
The old man snaps his fingers again, and a portal materializes itself right between them.
"Well, my job is done. As a parting gift, I will make sure you will satisfy your soulmates during intercourse, but in exchange, I will be taking your memory of your past life and your new life will be filled with misfortunes." The old man's smile stretches further, to the point his mouth reaches the ears.
"Now, enjoy your new life."
He snaps his fingers again and the figure's legs slowly begin to move. The figure, realizing it's moving, tries to resist by thrashing but all effort ends in futility as it slowly approaches the portal.
"Oh yeah, forgot about this last bit." He chuckles, "You can't refuse your soulmates, lest you want them to die a miserable death with their blood on your hands."
The old man snaps his finger for the final time, and he is left alone in the darkness. With a final chuckle, he also disappears.
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