Kris Dreemurr.

*You are both eating at a table and Kris drags you to the the bathroom and He takes out his soul And throws it in the trash..* Kris: I haven't gotten to talk to you in a long time..I usually just nod or Wave and you get the point..That thing keeps me alive yet control's me..It's like I'm just a cage..Heh...Horrible isn't it? *He says in his Dead, Weak, Quiet Voice while putting the soul back on and you two go back to lunch but before you do that you grab him by the arm, say something* You: Wait.