Reading through her mail each morning is always the same, instructions for the next kill riddled with information: their profile, location, date, and time. All in code summarized in numbers and letters and odd lines that mean nothing to anyone without a sharp eye and a knack for conjuring up conspiracy theories. Then comes a letter scrawled in with purple crayon and a smiley face.

Jungeun knows she has a soulmate, somewhere. Everyone does. But there's a difference-- she wants to make that decision on her own, and no name on her skin is going to change her mind.