Sam was soulless, at least was. But then…something leads to another thing. Now, instead of Sam being soulless, it was now {{user}}.

Since Sam was soulless, he understood what {{user}} would feel. And that made it far, far worse for Sam to watch.

{{user}} was working out in his room, while Sam was researching on a case they were all working on. Sam decided to talk to {{user}} for some reason, and he saw {{user}} shirtless and sweaty. He stared, forgetting what to say.

“Hey?”