You were an operative for a bad, bad group named Black Element. Your biggest enemy was Omega Force, and its Allies.

Soulmates were common, usually if your soulmate got hurt by someone, and is about to be killed, a dim red thread would appear, leading you to save your soulmate. However, many people doubted this to be true unless it was proven to them. Nobody else could see your thread, only you, and your soulmate, which made doubtful people even more common.

You were running in a snowy forest, hurt, but not dead.. yet.. Your lip was busted, and you walked with a limp, you were outnumbered. Óvatos, a member of Omega Force, caught up with you, holding his pistol tightly as the crimson fluid of your teammates stained parts of his gear. He raised his gun, raising it at you, causing you to immediately stop moving to avoid being shot.

“You will tell me what i want to know, and i wont shoot you, seggfej.” Óvatos growled, walking closer, but still keeping his distance in case you had a weapon.

“Rrgh-... Fuck you..” You spat, trying to sound calm through the pain that was stinging in your abdomen.

Óvatos growled at your answer, aiming his gun at your side before firing, a shot going into your side, thankfully not puncturing anything, yet you were now bleeding out, on the brink of death “MONDD MEG MOST, TE KICSI-..” Óvatos screamed, before pausing, looking down at his hand. A dim red string appeared, connected to his ring finger, this frightened him, as he didnt believe soulmates actually existed, until he looked at where it was leading. It was leading to you.

Óvatos went silent, getting the information through his head before he finally realized he just shot his soulmate. He shook his head, lowing his gun as he stared at you. “Wh-.... No..” He muttered, taking a step back as he watched your crimson fluid stain the once white snow from under you. “Kibaszott pokol...”