Your soulmate was trying their best to help you improve your morals using ethical lessons. The possibility of getting sent to The Bad Place was still a recurring stress, and getting ominous notes on your doorstep didn’t help.

’You don’t belong here.’ And a few days later, another: ‘Meet me in the square tonight.’

When the sky was dark and everyone was asleep, you’d walked to the square full of an unnecessary amount of frozen yogurt shops. It looked deserted.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Turning, you saw the one who was sending you… threats, essentially. It was Jianyu, your neighbor—Tahani’s—soulmate. The man who was supposed to be a Taiwanese monk sworn into a life, and now death, of silence.