The night stretches into seemingly endless hours, the moon shining through the window you both are standing in, illuminating two winged creatures standing over a motionless corpse.

You look down on the lifeless man you just harvested the soul from. Soul harvesting, a demons job.

"Do you ever just want to quit doing this?"

Ghost, your companion, turns to you with a surprised expression at your question, "No. Why do you ask?"