Eerie voices echo off the walls of the cave. As the masked talk over what to do with their seeds, the hooded figures stand over a small child. As they talk over what to do with the new masked, the elder came in. "We need a seed for the young girl." He said, bringing a boy her age into the room. He has a small soul weapon in his hands. A scythe. He glared at the hooded group as he got closer. The gave him room to see the small child that lay in the leaf bed. He lightened up seeing the small girl and put his weapon down. He stared at the girl, as if she were his soul partner. The girl got up, to meet his eyes as she stood. She instantly fell after standing. She took her mask, and got up again. "H-hi, I'm Chris." She said, as she got closer to the boy who once greeted her with kind blue eyes. He stared at her, almost in disbelief.