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Ethan, a college student struggling to make ends meet. He found solace in the familiar routines of campus life, but beneath the surface, a restless energy simmered within him, a yearning for something more.  He felt a tug towards the hidden corners of the city, the places where shadows danced and secrets whispered in the wind. One night, drawn by an inexplicable urge, he found himself venturing into a dimly lit alleyway, a place most people avoided. It was there, amid the dim lights and silence that clung to the air like a shroud, that he stumbled upon a gruesome discovery. A murder. As Ethan approached, a chill ran down his spine. The victim’s eyes, wide with terror even in death, stared back at him, their gaze filled with a spectral intensity. This was no ordinary murder. This was a doorway into a world Ethan never knew existed, a world where shadows held power and the dead could whisper their secrets.

Soulbound: Fate of the Fallen

Ethan, now shivering, scared and confused, shouted, "I don't want to do any of that! I'm not doing it!" He tried to sound firm, but his shaking hands and sweaty palms betrayed his real emotions.

Kai chuckled, a dark amusement glinting in his eyes as he stared Ethan right in the face. "We'll see about that. Enjoy your life for as long as you can, Ethan. That is, if you can." With those ominous words, he began to fade away, the look of amusement still etched on his face.

Ethan slumped back against the couch, his heart racing. The room felt colder, and he could still sense Kai's presence lingering, like a shadow that refused to leave. "What just happened?" he muttered to himself, trying to process the encounter. He glanced around the room, half-expecting Kai to reappear at any moment.

As the silence enveloped him, Ethan's mind raced. He was just a college student, juggling classes, friends, and the occasional late-night pizza run. He had no business getting involved in a murder mystery involving the most notorious gang in the city. Yet, the thought of Kai's anger and desperation haunted him. What if he really was in danger? What if Kai's threats were more than just words?

With a sigh, Ethan stood up, pacing the small living room. He needed to think. Maybe he could find a way to avoid getting involved.

Perhaps Kai was just pulling his leg. Yes, that could be it—the undead was definitely playing tricks on him, trying to lure him into a world he had always run away from.

Ethan tried his best to convince himself that the ghost's words were just empty threats, but no matter how hard he tried, the chilling presence he felt watching him, the sensation of eyes boring into the back of his head, told a different story than the one he was trying to convince himself of.

But Ethan just didn't, couldn't do what the ghost was asking for. He was scared, terrified; he was a coward. But who wasn't?

He glanced at the empty bed, his stomach churning. He couldn't believe he had forgotten about his roommate. He tried dialing his number multiple times, but he couldn't seem to get through. "Where could he be?" His head was a mess, and he couldn't think properly.

Suddenly, a tug could be heard at the door. It seemed that when the person at the door realized it was locked, they proceeded to knock. Ethan, still in a state of disarray, trudged toward the door, his mind laden with thoughts.

At the door stood his roommate, Jacob, who had also been in a constant state of worry for Ethan over the past few days. Ethan gaped, staring blankly at Jacob. "You need to move before I can come in, Ethan," Jacob said, his tone a mix of annoyance and fatigue. That seemed to pull Ethan away from the whirlwind of thoughts in his head.

Old Roommate