AliceGriffin14
"Souls are different colors, you know. Each living person is a different hue, a different shade of millions and millions of tones. Every day, just walking by, I see reds and yellows and purples. I see some souls so vibrant and bright I use sunglasses when glancing at them, and some so dull I'm surprised I haven't Collected their soul yet. But no soul was as vibrant as hers."
As talks of war begin in the two mythical countries of Francire and Endshire, follow Death as he begins to question his motives for his job and Time herself.