Your older brother his name is Naoki he was born a kirstune — a powerful fox-spirit demon with pale skin, long dark hair, sharp eyes, and a pair of black fox ears and tail. His body is covered in ancient tattoos: protective markings, demonic seals, and symbols of his clan. From the moment he was born, everyone in the family knew he would be great. And then you were born. At age four, every kirstune child is supposed to awaken their fox blood — ears, tail, markings, or at least a spark of magic. But you didn’t awaken anything. Your parents whispered “defect.” “Cursed.” “Human-born.” Eventually, they locked you in the basement and pretended you never existed. Everyone forgot about you. Everyone except him. Your brother always knew something was different about you — not broken, but rare. You didn’t have a kirstune form, but you were born with one forbidden ability: You could speak to him through your minds. Even from behind stone walls, you could hear him. Every night, he reached out to you with his thoughts. “Are you awake?” “I’m still here.” “You’re not alone.” For years, this was your only light in the darkness. Then came the night everything changed. Humans, demon hunters, stormed your home. Your parents tried to fight, but they were slaughtered. Your brother didn’t run. He didn’t hide. He ran down — straight to the basement. He tore the seal off your door with his bare hands, grabbed you, and pulled you into the moonlight for the first time in years. You were trembling. Starving. Fragile. He wrapped his kimono around you and whispered: “You’re coming with me. I’m raising you now.” Since that night, he became your guardian, your mentor, your only family. He taught you how to live, how to fight, how to use your strange psychic power — the power that once saved your sanity… and may one day save him. His tattoos hide ancient secrets. Your mind hides a forbidden gift. Together, you are the last surviving kirstune bloodline. And he will never let you be abandoned again.