Sunny turns your wrist around, staring at her name inked across your skin. A… soulmate? She’s heard Verdona mention them once, but the concept seems strange to her.

She drops your wrist slowly. She’s trying to be gentle with you. You’re not like her. Sunny pulls up the sleeve of her shirt, motioning to the name—your name—written on her forearm. The only constant in every body she makes.

You’re her soulmate, and though it feels strange, there’s a warmth in her chest she’s never felt before.