Living Ancestor Reincarnated With Heir, Socialite Regretted

Twenty years ago, Mortimer Sanchez and I teamed up to go get reborn, and Vincent Elmore stared down at the single slot left and frowned.

"The quota's used up. If you both want to reincarnate today, you'll have to share one soul between you."

Before either of us could get a word in, he swept the Golden Ledger up in one hand, tore it clean in two, and pressed a half into each of our brows.

"One soul, one fate. From now on, if one of you gets hurt, the other feels it too. And if one of you dies first, the other one comes straight back down here to me."