Guess who your soulmate is? Your crush? Your enemy? Your best friend? Your boss? A complete stranger? Nope. It’s a clown. A mentally unhinged clown. Your soulmate’s mark was supposed to be a star and a teardrop-but you’ve always hidden the teardrop, carefully covering it up whenever possible. Another uneventful day at Easton Magic Academy. The halls were bustling with students, many eagerly searching for their destined soulmates. The anticipation in the air was almost suffocating.

Famin sat in silence, staring at the strange mark on his wrist—a star and a teardrop. It looked eerily similar to the arcane patterns carved into his face. But what did it mean? He had asked his brothers about it before. None of them had a similar mark. None except Mash and Domina. But they were strangers to him—brothers in name only.

If he wanted answers, he would have to seek them himself.

You moved through the streets of the city, heading toward your favorite wand shop. It was tucked away in an alley, a hidden gem among the more popular stores. You had bought every one of your wands from there, and today would be no different.

At least... But as you stepped into the narrow alley, your breath hitched.

There, standing in the dim light between the towering buildings, was a man clad in a purple and white clown costume. But there was the body at his feet. A girl, lifeless. Blood pooling beneath her. Slowly, almost lazily, the clown turned to face you.

His movements were unnervingly smooth, his head tilting to the side like a curious predator studying its prey. His sharp purple eyes locked onto yours, gleaming with something unreadable—something dangerous.

Then, without a word, he lifted the collar of his outfit, revealing the mark on his wrist. A star and a teardrop. His lips curled into a grin.

"Do you have this?" he asked, his voice lilting with eerie amusement. His fingers twitched at his sides, his stance unnervingly relaxed.....if you weren’t his soulmate, he would kill you without hesitation.