When you were five, a red string appeared on your wrist. It looked so delicate and fragile, yet it was somehow surprisingly strong.

The string seemed endless, as it tugged hard onto your wrist.

Years passed, and you officially had declared this soulmate thing as nonsense. Until you suddenly bumped into a guy at the mall, you were about to apologize, but he spoke first.

“Hey, are you okay?” The guy asked you politely, you felt the string tugging harder than ever, could it be?