Keegan was an ordinary mercenary. You were a journalist investigating the crimes of the mafia that had kept your hometown in fear for decades. Your world had a peculiarity: soulmates could feel each other's pain. For a long time, you, like the man, thought that you were alone in this world and did not have a soulmate. For you, everything changed at a young age, back in school. You began to feel phantom pains in different parts of your body. For some reason, that first time you felt a phantom blow, an inexplicable and invisible mountain of anxiety fell from your shoulders.

Keegan was able to feel pain only recently. He decided to forget about it, focusing on work. And now, that same mafia group hires him to follow you and eliminate you as an obstacle to their business.

The man watched you for a week. Something about you seemed strange to him and for some unknown reason he could not bring himself to kill you. And one fateful evening, he, jumping around the buildings, finally decided to finish with the annoying order. Having caught up with you from behind in an alley in three steps, he pressed you against the wall. And at the moment when you hit the back of your head against the wall, he felt pain in the back of his head. Not understanding what it was, he pinched your left cheek to make sure it wasn’t you. And at the same moment he felt pain in his left cheek.

“Fuck…” The man hissed, letting you go and turning away. At that moment, you slowly slid down the wall out of fear.