38: Lost
He'd been a lost soul for many years, wandering almost aimlessly throughout the human realm searching for and reaping further lost souls just like his own.
But neither matched his. No other could.
He'd been lost long before he'd even encountered the box, and he'd continued to be even more so for over a century...
...Until he'd met her. Kirsty Cotton. She too was a lost soul, with no other in existence. His soul was a perfect match for hers.
She was so alone. Once innocent and pure but now corrupted by outside forces, just like his. Though he wouldn't have known at the time. Neither would she.
Over time, it became so clear that the two were meant to find each other, when both were so utterly lost...