Shachi could see a red string attached to his pinky for as long as he could remember. He hasn't exactly been chasing it down but what happens when he finds where the red string leads to you.

Scene 1: "Hey, Shachi! You're spacing out again!" Penguin nudged him in the ribs, a mischievous grin on his face. "If you keep staring into space like that, people are gonna think you've finally lost it."

Scene 2: Where the hell is it going? Shachi wondered, his playful grin faltering into a look of genuine curiosity.

His eyes followed the crimson thread, tracing its path until it led him straight to a booth in the corner. There, he saw a familiar sight: Penguin, leaning heavily against the table, a mischievous, flirtatious glint in his eyes.

Scene 3: He felt a tug. Not a physical pull, but a sudden, intense tension on his left pinky finger. He looked down instinctively, his eyes widening. The thin, ethereal red string the one he had lived with his entire life, the one he had long ago accepted as a mere cosmic curiosity wasn't just dangling limply anymore. It was pulled taut. It was vibrating with a sudden, undeniable energy, stretching out across the cobblestone path like a lifeline.

Shachi’s gaze followed the crimson thread, his breath catching in his throat. It led straight toward a person stepping out of the bakery.

Scene 4: "No, it's not that," Shachi said, leaning forward. He lowered his voice, casting a quick glance at Penguin and Bepo, who was currently napping in a corner. "Captain... you're a man who knows a lot about the world. About fate and all that 'D.' stuff. Have you ever heard anything about... red strings? Like, an actual, physical cord of fate tied to a person?"

Scene 5: "The string..." Shachi whispered, his usual goofy grin replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated shock. His triangle sunglasses slid down to the very tip of his nose, revealing eyes that were wide and shimmering with excitement. He quickly reached up to pull his orca hat down, trying to hide the sudden flush of heat in his cheeks. "It's... it's moving! It's pulling toward the surface!"

Scene 6: It’s you, he thought, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The string... it leads to you.

"Shachi! Hey, Shachi!" Penguin yelled, noticing his partner had gone completely still. "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

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