The souls continued to wail from their places on the various shelves of the basement. All of them were horrible people, evident by the sickly green-brown liquid within their crystal containers. Their souls were far from clean, they were disgusting. These were the people who committed crimes without remorse, they didn't do it for survival, they did it because they felt like it.

If grandma was still alive she'd be disgusted by how many dirtbags had crowded the basement shelves. It was almost to the point where I'd have to start boxing them up and storing them away until collection day next year. Maybe then I wouldn't have to listen to their whining for a little while.

From my messenger bag, I pulled out today's finding; a bonded soul that was darker than the rest, one who'd committed so many wrongdoings that it was amazing that she'd managed to elude any of the other soul stealers. I only managed to glean a piece of her memories before I managed to capture her, but it wasn't pretty. She'd committed more crimes than the most seasoned of thieves. She was the only person in modern history to be able to rob a bank and escape without taking a hit. But, the people inside, they had been viciously attacked, practically pulled apart by an animal. Her animal. An Umbra no doubt... it had to have been. No one, not even the most vicious of murderers, has ever been known to turn the liquid within the crystals such a color. But, it begs the question... why was it connected to her?

A faint weeping noise caught my interest. I hadn't been expecting her of all of them to actually show so much grief over being caught when she knew more than any of the others who would be after her. Peering down into the crystal, my mind could faintly trace the appearance of a figure in the murky liquid. I could practically feel my hand shaking with each sob. "You reap what you sow," I muttered, as I placed the object down and walked away. Just as I did with all the others.