I bought my house with a spirit I was helping to get to its eternal resting place. Part of my job is to help spirits to finish their goal before they have the chance to give up. They lived here before me and left it to me once they passed. And now I live here when I get the chance. As I turned the key, the other spirit clung to my coat.

"Are we safe here?" He advised. "What if they followed us? What if they find us here? What if-"

"Hey," I interrupted. "Have you eaten anything since you died? Because if you don't eat and you die again it's gonna be a pain to go looking for you, and you'll lose more memories."

"Well," he mulled over what I said. "I haven't, but are you sure it's safe here? What if they find us?"

"They won't," I assured him. "I wouldn't live here if I thought they could find me. Now come on it, I'll make you something to eat." I sat him down on the couch by the fire. In the kitchen, I quickly whipped up some eggs benedict for the two of us. "Now, like you, I don't remember my name. But from the spirits I've met, I have been named 'Runner' from constantly being on the run."

"What name would you give me?" He questioned. I looked at him for a while, thinking about his personality and what I'd seen of him so far. I mulled over the thought of what would feel right calling him. I may have looked at him too long, he looked around, he was nervous and it was so obvious. But his looking around brought me to his eyes, I was distracted from his name by his bright eyes, thinking about how they were practically white. It brought me to how his entire being is almost colourless, a confusing concept from looking at everyone full of colours not seen by normal humans, and how interesting it was to think that with twenty colour receptors, he was practically colourless. "Well, uh, I guess a name can't yet be made, I'm too new for that, huh? Hehe, hm." I snapped my attention away from him and picked up my fork.

"Yeah," I remarked. "I can't yet give an accurate name for you, so, uh. Let's eat." I felt so embarrassed. I was ashamed of how distracted I was and how nervous I made him for no good reason. "But anyway, we should figure out what to do now, do you know where the, uhm, thing you were keeping from them is?" I questioned.

"With me." He responded. "When I died, the thing, it like." He stumbled over each word, figuring out how to state his words. "It sort of, I guess, died with me?"

"That, what?" The confusion on my face was immense enough to scare him apparently. "What exactly do you mean it 'died with you'? What does that entail?"

"Well, it's like, how do I put it?" He stood up, pacing dangerously close to the fireplace. "You know how immediately after you die, you see a little glimpse of your dead body?" I nodded. "Well, when I saw mine, they were already ransacking my hands and pockets and everything, and it wasn't there, but when I got here, it was still in my hand." He looked directly at me, his eyes locking onto mine, likely looking for an answer.

"I-I don't know how that would happen," I mulled over the thought of an inanimate object dying with someone. Not only that, but being completely lost from the living world, not even animated souls lose their bodies in the living realm, so how could this be possible? "So, I'm going to guess you don't exactly know what it is or what it does, do you?"

"Not exactly," he reached his hand into his pocket. "I know a slight bit about what it is, but I'm hoping you know more than I and would possibly recognize it just a slight bit."

Slowly, he pulled his hand from his long copper coat. With his hand, came out a strange stone, it was about the size of a fully grown rose, and its colouration was strange, it seemed as if it was a marbelized black, red, and with a slight hint of blue. I felt as if I could remember it as if I needed to run and run fast. I knew what it was.

"How?"

"How what?"

"How did you get that?" My heart was racing, I felt my head pounding. A hand was placed on my back, I saw his face looking at me. "You don't remember how you got it, huh?" He shook his head. I looked down at the stone. "It can't harm us if it's in our hands, so it shouldn't be a problem." I looked at him, his bright white eyes looked up at me, so innocent, so invested, so kind, and so traumatized all at once. A name popped to mind. "Kindly." His head tilted. "That's your name, Kindly." He smiled, I'd never seen him smile, it made my dead soul warm inside.

"So," Kindly said. "What exactly is it?"

"It's part of what we need to be running from," I responded. "It's part of the 'Crystal of the Cycle,' a crystal made by the Gods of Life and Death long before Earth existed. With it in our hands, we may just be able to move on."

Something in my pocket buzzed, I took out my phone to see a new mission had appeared, it was close by.
Someone was losing their soul.