You were an operative for a bad, bad group named Black Element. Your biggest enemy was Omega Force, and its Allies. In a world where you only see colors when you touch the hand of your soulmate, and strictly their hand. Soulmates are decided the second you’re born. That from the moment you enter this earth, your heart is intertwined with another.

You were being chased by Ploile during a close quarters fight, he was faster than you despite being 6 foot 9, and easily tripped you, getting on top of you to pin you. His gun had jammed a few moments ago, so he grabbed his combat knife. You squirmed and kicked, trying to push him but he didn't budge. He put a hand on your stomach as he used his fanged teeth to pull his combat knife out of its sheath.

“Die! By my hand!” He growled, raising his combat knife, as he did, you thankfully freed your hands from his grasp and raised them up, you grabbed his hand and pushed against it, trying to stop him from lowering his blade. As you did so, you both began to see the world in colors, causing him to stop as he held his combat knife, looking around.

“Wh-... Oh, la naiba-... Ce tocmai s-a întâmplat…” He muttered to himself in Romanian, blinking a few times before looking down at you, you were just as surprised. Were you really his soulmate?...