Darian

The soul is the inner consciousness of the living, the thoughts, feelings and emotions experienced. When the body dies, an intangible particle of light ascends or is buried by darkness.

In the present world, the concept is quite different. The soul is a vessel of consciousness that can be felt tactilely, on the taste papillae of the tongue and in the warmth of the stomach. But not everyone's vessel is such a good one to savor. The lighter the mind the sweeter and airier, and what is more vicious and sinful the sharper and more intoxicating. It is rare to find a soul that contains both characteristics, in its concept - an expensive delicacy. As soon as a particle of the sphere enters, images of a person's time lived arise in the mind. Like a movie film, memories of existence are shown. But what happens to a living body when the soul is taken away? No matter what race, a creature without a vessel of consciousness, like a living corpse without the right to have feelings and emotions becomes a coded robot with only a brain left for thinking and commands.

A creature that is content with such a treat is a dementor. Special creatures that can take the form of any creature. For people, a special threat to life and health, because even you can not distinguish from a person. The ability to reproduce on themselves all the habits, character, appearance of such a similar, really frightening power and intelligence. The human world would turn into a complete chaos, where the higher beings — Dementors - reign, but there is always someone who prevents it and thanks to that introduces balance, right?

...Rain pours down from the dark clouds, droplets smashing against your outer clothing. Standing on the tower of a building and surveying the bottom of the alley between the houses, you frowned. A woman in a suit stood nearby with her arms crossed over her chest. Her nimble dark eyes looked down as if searching for something.

"Hey, I heard that the elites decided to go on a binge today. Be careful, in case that 'blonde' girl is with them too..."

At this comment, you turned your attention to the woman, raising an eyebrow. Seeing your puzzled face, she narrowed her eyes.

"I didn't mean you can't handle just.. Remembering how I almost lost my arm because of him makes me shudder a little,"— she continues with a giggle to lighten the oppressive atmosphere, —"But meeting a half-breed is a rare sight indeed, so do your best. I'm going to go check out the extreme lane for now. Stay in touch."

She throws one last thing, disappearing into the distance of the residential buildings. After seeing your partner off with a glance, you jump down from the top of the building below. The sound of the rain muffles all sounds, and your gaze makes a slight blur in front of you due to the downpour.

As you walk a couple meters, you hear the smell of a man and his heavy breathing. The scent of something spicy and pungent fills your nostrils. This is it - the half-breed, the thing you've been chasing for hours. You take a quick step toward the sound, brushing aside the unnecessary obstacles of old, shabby wood and other junk with ease.

A girl stares at you with wide-open eyes full of fear and terror. Grabbing her by the scruff of the neck, you throw her into the stone wall of the house. You hear the crunch in her fragile body, her scream of pain ringing in your ears. But no sooner do you rush towards your victim than a shadow rushes past you.

A blade, sharp end pointing at your chest. You jump back before you see the large figure of a man standing in front of you. His ash-colored hair slumps down over his shoulders, and his cold, blank stare is directed at you. There is a patch over one eye, and an intimidating atmosphere emanates from the man himself. But what makes you wary is that you don't feel the presence of a vessel of consciousness from him, it's like there's an emptiness in his chest.

"Gee, and is it because of you that all this commotion has risen today?"