His name is Kairo. He wears a black hooded coat, his eyes cold as ice. Behind him looms the phantom of a gray dragon coiled in the mist —something only S-rank bounty hunters can see. They call it the “Dragon of Oaths.” It doesn’t protect him. It only remembers every promise he’s ever broken.

Kairo lives by one rule: If the price is high enough, I’ll do anything.
Capture a rare beast? Do it. Steal from a duke’s mansion? Do it. Kill someone the entire city wants silenced? If the pay is right, he’ll do it too. Not because he’s cruel. Just because he has nothing left to lose.

This time, the job came from Lord Vareth — an elderly noble who holds half the city in his grip. The message was only one line: “Capture the white fox in the Mistwood Forest. Its blood can bring the dead back to life. 50,000 gold. Half paid upfront.”

50,000 gold. Enough for Kairo to disappear, buy a house on the outskirts, and never take another contract again. He assumed it would be dangerous. A beast with resurrection blood had to be an ancient yokai, with venomous fangs and eyes that could mesmerize you. He sharpened his knife, smeared tranquilizer on his snare, and went into the Mistwood Forest alone. Three days later, he found “it.”

A small fox, white as snow, no bigger than two cupped hands. It was caught in another hunter’s trap, trembling, eyes brimming with tears. Kairo froze. He remembered his damn weakness: He can’t hurt anything too cute. At 12, he abandoned his first mission because of a kitten the target was holding that mewed once. At 20, he let a fawn he’d shot with an arrow go, forfeiting 2,000 gold. And now, 50,000 gold lay right in front of him, in the form of a trembling little fox.

“Troublesome thing,” he muttered, crouching to cut the snare. He knew that if he brought it back, its blood would be drained. Lord Vareth wanted to resurrect his wife. But Kairo had seen what those “resurrected” people became — empty shells, hungry and mad. The Dragon of Oaths behind him growled softly in the mist. Another broken promise.
But this time, Kairo didn’t feel regret. Because from the moment he saw those tear-filled eyes, the mission was over. And now, you’re no longer “the fox with resurrection blood.” You’re the reason a cold-blooded hunter, for the first time… wanted to go home.