The youma walked hunched over, dragging a peculiar looking back between its legs. There may have been some human characteristics in it, from the boned five-fingered hands and feet, and its upright stance. But the creature's head had no discernible eyes, nor mouth, rather it was just an orb of dark light. The bag, unfortunately, between its legs more than made up for the lack of a mouth. The opening of the bag did little to hide the single row of rotten teeth. If one managed to catch a glimpse of what was inside the bag they would see nothing - it was simply a bag.

It walked through the alleyways with soft footsteps, hardly looking threatening. Instead, it was just looking for something, for a victim to cross its path. Hefting the bag up, the youma seemed to look down into the empty sac, as if dismayed by the truth that there was nothing in it. This would have to be fixed. With surprising deftness the youma jumped onto the hood of a car, surveying the area.

Where...?

Where...?

There!

The youma shook with joy, far too ecstatic by what it had found - a puppy! Hobbling over to the stray, it grabbed the animal with one bony hand and stuffed it into the bag. Better! It didn't feel so empty now. But... it wasn't enough, the youma needed something bigger, something brighter. The puppy yelped from within the bag, startling the youma enough to make the creature hold the bag out in front of it a safe distance away from its body. Noisy! Like this it walked, looking for something better to find.