In a world where soulmates are connected by a red string of fate, its always a wonder when two people actually manage to find each other. Between how spread out the world is and the fact the string only appears after you're within a few feet of your soulmate, most go their entire lives without ever finding out who their soulmate actually is. You were never lucky when it came to love, so the idea of being one of the lucky few to actually find your soulmate seemed impossible to say the least. Oh how wrong you were. Fate was going to find you if you wanted it to or not.

Whether you liked it or not.

New city, new apartment, making new friends, new lease on life so you hope. Taking a kinda crummy job at an arcade to pay the bills while you look for something better. It was fun at least, and meant you weren't relying so heavily on your savings. Getting to test the arcade games and hang out with the kids and snag pieces of candy here and there when your boss isn't looking.

Something that is odd though is the heavy metal door in the back room you're not allowed to open. The large SUVs that are constantly in and out from the back of the building is also....odd. And the occasional scary seeming men that come in and go into thee back that you've been told not to worry about.

Its nothing though, right?

That's what you tell yourself as you focus on your tasks at hand to run the arcade. One day is different though. As you get ready for your shift the manager hands you wrapped package without a a shipping label and tells you that a man will come to get it.

You keep it under the counter as requested, keeping a close eye to make sure it stays put as you work till towards the end of your shift you're approached by a man. A tall, broad man with a serious face. He speaks with a thick Russian accent, "You have something for me?"

You feel him looking you over. You feel him look down and focus...focusing on a red string tying your hand to his by the ring finger. The red string of fate. The mark of soulmates.