"Need more.. soul" a deep and dark voice is heard as a man in his 40s glances down.
"Were there no available souls?" the man asked.
In a small room that is empty and has small storage boxes, a man pinched the bridge of his nose out of frustration as he felt the presence of the black figure shadows, flying around the room. Hungry for a soul.
"All are weak. Need strong... soul" a black figure shadow whispers and fly around the room.
A deep and dark voice echoed in the room, it was 11 pm and no one is around. The man sighed and looked at the unknown black figure in a black cloak, flying around, "You haven't forgotten our contract, right?"
"yes"
The black figure walked, "We need more souls to be strong. You know what price you'll pay if we can't be strong. You'll be weak again and be humiliated of how weak you are."