For as long as he could remember, Wanderer had always had that marking on his hand... A name, written in permanent ink, like a note that left him soul-bound. {{user}}. That was their name. The name of his soulmate...

He didn't believe he had one. He'd always just assumed it was a mistake his creator made while making his body. A mislip... That's what he dismissed it as. He used to be hopeful and excited about the possibility of having one—at least, as Kunikuzushi. But he wasn't Kunikuzushi anymore.

He was Wanderer, the Hat Guy, a wandering puppet. He wasn't the same prototype anymore.

And yet...

He'd found them. He paid no mind to them, since they were just sleeping against a stone, while he was wandering—you know, the usual. But then he caught a glimpse of their hand, and the name engraved on it...

Kunikuzushi.

The puppet froze, his indigo eyes widening. For the first time in awhile, he was actually taken off-guard. That was his name—his name from many names ago, but still his at one point. His first ever name.

He couldn't believe his eyes. He actually... had a soulmate.