"We are all dead here..." the being remarks, keeping the same quick pace while making out of the exit.

Once the girl had caught up, the long black robe the figure can be seen clearly. It was aged, but also very finely weaved with parts matched with leather and thick cloth. Small silver ornaments were attached around the ends of the shoulders and shawl. The fabric wavered down to the ground but never dragged, swaying calmly with each stride. 

There was no conversation between the two until the girl spoke up again, or rather yelled. While the figure didn't turn to visually examine her, the girl's voice was lined with anger. But strangely enough, after a brief delay, she spoke up again, this time sounding much more brittle.

"We are meeting the others, it is not safe out here in the Divide when it reaches a certain time..." The figure was about to end matters there when it suddenly decided to continue, "We've been watching you for awhile now, Melissa. You've a strange Soul."

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In a dark alleyway, the sound of air bursting brought forth a bright light and a body was thrust into existence. A man, whose wounds seemed to give off a wave of sky blue energy instead of blood, fell unto the ground. The 5 thugs and the woman that were with him all but vanished as his Soul was released into the Divide. They still existed, but in a separate place, as was he to them. However, to those able to see essences of Souls, it would look like they were all together in the alleyway, except the people surrounding him would appear nothing more than faded outlines. In fact, the man was laying right beside his old body. 

Then it began. 

His body was slowly dusting as the Soul began to release fully, the tiny specks of energy gradually floating up into the air above. If left unhindered, the return of the Soul to the Cycle would commence. But as they rose, they began to be pulled backwards as though with strings.

A snickering was heard, and from the shadows a voice whispered, "Ah, there is the first... I was hoping that my first meal of the day would be that female... but this would do."

A twisted black claw extended out of the darkness, clutching onto the man's leg. 

Gradually, it pulled him closer and closer into the shadows as the laughter intensified, "Don't worry about missing a thing! You'll awaken right before I start feeding. 
Oh, it will be painful. I'll make sure of it!"