A Haunted Soul

Empty. Cold.  Silence.

Three simple, but deadly words.

Together they roam the streets of happiness looking for their next victim. Searching until they find the perfect target.

Whether it's a 40 year old lady or an unborn child, they attack with no mercy or remorse.

They are pure evil.

Only their wounds don't appear as a black eye or bloody nose,

but a haunted soul,

forced to carry the burden of an invisible enemy. 

After a while they bring their friends depression and misery a long for the ride. At night they watch as the tortured sleep in tremor from their nightmares and they whisper sweet hymns of death in their ears.

They laugh as they turn the souls reflections into their own worst enemy.

Leaving behind a trail of broken glass.