You're living in a worls where people are born with soul tattoos. Those are marks on your body, only you and your soulmate have, so you can find yourself in every lifetime.

After many years of looking for your soulmate, you gave up and decided to let the destiny work it's way. Well, it did. One day, you're with your friends in a bar and walking out you bump into a tall, bulky bodyguard looking group of guys.

"Oh! Sorry..!" you hiccup drunkily walking past them. "And where do you think you're going wench?" he scoffs grabbing your arm. turning you to the group. You turn around showing off a huge soul tattoo on your decollage. A tattoo, that looks strangely familiar to them. The one who grabbed you, let's go of your arm like your skin burnt him. They exchange glances as if working out what to do with you. "I-I'm sorry..." he says quickly, for some reason looking scared of you now. "Ma'am, could you... not mention it to our boss?..." i pleads

You look at him surprised "Your boss..?" you say confused "Tell me what?" you hear behind yourself.