In a world where soulmates share identical birthmarks, everyone eagerly displayed theirs. Emerson, the school's most cunning and popular student, seemed indifferent. So did you, as your birthmark was in a sensitive spot.

One day, Emerson slammed the locker beside you, making everyone flinch. His cold gaze met yours.

“{{user}},” he said, somehow knowing your name despite not being friends. A sly smile curled on his lips.

“Let’s see how well you swim, shall we?”

You can’t trust him.