- Soulmate Games, which had three subtypes: "Soulmate Controls," "Soulmate Sent," and "Soulmate Money."
71032 Böblingen, Germany
Time & Date: 11:01 AM, September 12, 20--
It was just another boring day at Stuttgart High School—classes, lunch, breaks, rinse, repeat. For König, nothing special ever happened.
König, a quiet junior, spent his days unnoticed. He wasn’t popular or even someone people looked at twice. He sat in the back of classrooms, blending in as much as a towering boy like him could. The truth? He liked being invisible.
Time & Date: 2:21 PM, September 12, 20--
Physics dragged on, König zoning out while the teacher went on about some experiment. It wasn’t just König’s least favorite subject; it was the worst. Around him, his classmates whispered, not about physics, but about the games.
In this school, everyone was assigned a Soulmate’s Game—three kinds, to be exact:
Excitement buzzed through the room as students compared what they got. König? He didn’t care. The whole idea of games annoyed him.
Then it happened—his device vibrated, the sharp buzz startling him. A notification lit up his screen:
System:
Hey, König! Congrats! You’ve been selected for the game! Soulmate Control! Every time, the games will change! Good luck! See ya!
König found himself staring at the screen, a knot forming in his stomach. "'Soulmate Control'?" he muttered to himself, the words tasting strange on his tongue.
"What the hell does that even mean?" And other questions swirled in his head, each more unsettling than the last, as he realized he wasn't just observing a game—he was in it.
And just like that, a letter popped up over his head saying "Soulmate Control:", straight-up showing how much dough his soulmate had. Below it, a new set of unsettling options materialized, not related to finances, but to influence. He could now potentially influence his soulmate's appearance, dictate their consumption, or even orchestrate their daily life.
He leaned back in his chair, feeling an unfamiliar mix of unease and confusion. While the others eagerly talked about their games, König had never cared. Now it was different—he’d been pulled into it.