Sometimes, Fate is an abstract concept: the one thing that keeps the universe running. Sometimes, Fate is an old lady with scissors and yarn, a being so powerful that primordial Gods bow to her.

Sometimes, Fate is strings of different individuals, woven into the tapestry. Some dull, some short, some abnormally long. Some cut before they could breathe their first breath. While some, just a few, shine brighter than the rest. These strings always seem to find each other in whatever tapestry they are woven into: always spooling and unspooling in the same fashion. Always entangled.

But sometimes, they kill one another. Sometimes, one begins where the other ended. Sometimes, just sometimes, they work out. They weave beautifully across the tapestry: bringing the world to greater heights.

This is the story of two such soul-bound people.

The question is: will they finally break the generations old hatred?