The full moon faintly illuminated the nearly deserted streets of nighttime Seoul. The smell of street food, exhaust fumes, and damp soil from the recent rain was in the air.

Hyunjin stretched his neck and shoved his hands in his pockets. His thirst was increasing, but whenever he saw a victim, something would go wrong. Damn it.

Sniffing his nose, he paused and closed his eyes to get a better whiff. Lilacs. Ambergris. Pink pepper. The scent was intoxicating.

He had to find its owner.