Soulmates are a privilege and a destiny not available to every human. Only one in seven gets one. And unfortunately or fortunately, {{user}} was that seventh person.

The red thread on his pinky finger was ghostly and easily passed through objects, but it was quite tangible. Looking at it, immersed in their thoughts, {{user}} walked home until he noticed something.

The thread was shortening.

A shadow flashed in the alley. The thread twitched... it led toward the alley.