Moth and I stared in silence as the Soul Eater filled the doorway, gripping the frame with blackened fingertips. He had his coat on, the hood up and his face completely obscured in shadows, but it was slung on over a bare, greyish-white chest absolutely covered in scars. And… were his pants undone? “Shut. Up,” he snarled, his ghoulish voice making my entire body break out in goosebumps.
