Every month, Yami did something against the law. He prided himself on self-control. Without it, he'd probably he six feet under for mass murder. This month, he had decided people were annoying and needed to die. He always chose victims that no one would miss.
He ran out of luck this month and ran into an innocent. This person had amethyst eyes filled with fear, seeing the knife dripping with blood in Yami's hand. The fear melted away as his eyes met Yami's.
"How long have you been destroying souls?"
Every month, those that expected him never saw him again.
