You lived in a world where everyone had their own soulmate decided by fate and a red string tied around their finger. If you’d follow the string, you’ll eventually meet your soulmate. No matter how hard you tried to get it off of your finger, or cut it, it would just stay on there.

When you arrived in your class, you’ve noticed that your string was shorter, and ended at a boy’s finger, with the name Scaramouche. What will you do? Will you speak to him?