When we were young, unware. All of us, unware the wrongs will follow us, unware they never let go. No matter how hard you try and let go.
The sins would follow, watching their souls slowly waste away, as they slowly ruin both the sins and the souls.
The sins were done, done with being forgotten. So they came out, often times would try and get rid of their souls, so they could than latch on to a different soul.
No-one was safe of the black smoke that followed along the souls. Than, a docor from Russia found a cure, a cure to get rid of the sins.
They sent 5 souls. These 5 souls weren't normal, all 5 had been made emotionless. Their emotions had been drained, gone forever.
In a apocalyptic world, no one has a soul. All children are born from either abuse, or women raise them to abuse/manipulate. The earth is almost completely desolate, as people trick and murder each other to get what they want. The only thing left that gives a semblance of dreams is: a power that gives control over earth to anyone who touches the item. People form teams to attempt finding the thing, to destroy all life they see as unnecessary, they further trick and murder each other to get what they want, including the thing... The search for destruction destroys everyone who reaches to the power.