Souls. In this universe, there is such a thing. Young and old. Experienced in many facets of life, or a master in one path. Each person is different, and each soul travels differently. Some souls have crossed paths before, fated to love once more. Some souls seem to automatically endanger others. And some souls walk the same path, always seeing each other on various roads, always vying for the same reward.

Some wonder… Do we wander endlessly forevermore? Is there a greater purpose to this journey? And even more do not question… Life already has so many problems, why add to our troubles?

On this world, a way has been developed to tap into our souls, to gather the knowledge from our previous experiences, and to gather the power of the emotions hiding deep in our minds. These people… are called Soul Walkers.

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Soul Walkers are capable of a great many things. Their experience allows them to view the world with a higher perspective. Some have learned esoteric knowledge in their travels. And some are capable of burning down cities with their deep, unfettered rage.

As such, they can be a guiding light, or a hidden danger. In this sort of world, what is a young soul to do?

Alas, the heavens gave us balance, and though some creatures are not created equal, that is sometimes an advantage.

Soul Walkers are bound. Bound by their experience, and bound by their personalities. Sometimes, these binds are law. Even an inch from what they desire, this law would dictate that they would never be able to cross the boundary.

Young souls… They have the advantage of freedom. They may learn what they wish and seek anything they would desire. In this world… they desired control…

Oh, to be a Soul Walker… Oh, for the world to turn against you…

In a small, dilapidated room… Young Amon wakes in a cold sweat… His memories… Rekindled once more…