"By all means, show me your... Proof." He says blankly, raising his head, his eyebrow arching. His black locks framing his sharp and pale features under his hood makes him look... Mysterious... Cold, even.

Expectantly, he crosses his arms over his flat chest, "If souls connected by fate itself is true fact, then you must believe it. I, myself, do not believe things right off the bat." He says, squinting, his lips pressing into a thin line.

He waits for you, his new assistant, to show him any sign of your soul's connection to his own.