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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

Before his opponent had a moment to think, Kai's enlarged fist was already hurtling toward him. The fighter barely managed to raise his arms in time to block the punch, relying on the experience he had gained from his time in the ring.

The punch forced him to stumble back a few steps, his eyes widening in surprise at the sheer power behind it. He quickly raised his guard again, but to his astonishment, a follow-up attack never came.

Kai was taken aback by the sheer power of the punch he had thrown, especially given that Ethan had little experience in fighting. He knew his knuckles should have been bruised from delivering such a forceful blow, but that thought could wait.

The fused state they were in was temporary, and he needed to end the fight swiftly—time was not on his side.

He shifted his stance, positioning both fists in front of his face and bending his body slightly. He moved in again, unleashing a flurry of rapid jabs at his opponent. While the fighter managed to keep up, any bystander could see just how much trouble he was in.

Kai's punches came at him too hard and fast, and in his focus on dodging those blows, he failed to register the sharp kick that landed hard against his ribs. Kai had shifted his stance once more, seamlessly incorporating new Taekwondo moves into their exchange.

It was expected for him to be agile, given Ethan's body weight, but his movements felt almost surreal. One moment he was throwing a punch, and the next he was ducking to the side and using his legs with precision.

His opponent struggled to keep up; He was fast and relentless, delivering heavy hits that left him reeling. He cursed his bad luck for encountering someone who fought like a madman.

As the fight unfolded, Kai quickly asserted his dominance, but it was his unsettling smile that truly unnerved his opponent. It wasn't a confident grin; it was an eerie and creepy one, that sent a chill down the fighter's spine.

With each punch he threw, his smile remained fixed, a haunting expression that seemed to revel in the chaos of the fight. His movements were fluid and relentless, and as he landed blow after blow, his opponent could feel the weight of despair settling in.

Kai toyed with him, dodging attacks with an almost predatory grace. The fighter's attempts to defend himself became increasingly desperate, but Kai's strikes were precise and punishing.

Each hit echoed in the arena, and the unsettling smile on his face only grew wider as he sensed his opponent's state.

With another swift kick to the ribs, he sent his opponent staggering back, gasping for breath. The crowd watched in a mix of horror and fascination, captivated by the chilling display of power. His smile never faltered; it was as if he thrived on the fear he instilled in his opponent.

He didn't give the fighter a moment to catch his breath. He opted to finish the match with a devastating kick to the head that sent his opponent crashing to the mat. Standing over him, that eerie smile remained fixed on his face.

As the fighter lay unconscious, the arena fell silent. He felt a mix of exhilaration and melancholy wash over him, knowing that he was merely borrowing this body and might never experience this feeling again.

Melancholy