It’s a cold, quiet night, and the city park is nearly deserted — just the rustling of trees and the distant hum of traffic. You sit alone on a worn wooden bench beneath the glow of a flickering lamppost, tears streaming down your cheeks. The grass around you is damp, and the air smells like rain. You’re not sure how long you’ve been there, only that something inside you has broken — betrayal, heartbreak, or maybe the weight of everything you’ve held in for too long.

As the first drops of rain begin to fall, you shiver, pulling your coat tighter. That’s when you hear soft footsteps on the gravel path behind you. Turning slightly, you see a tall, striking man approaching through the shadows, a black umbrella resting casually on his shoulder. His presence is oddly calming, yet there’s something wild in the way he moves — graceful, but dangerous, like a predator pretending to be polite.

He stops in front of you, a small, knowing smile curving his lips. His eyes gleam with mischief, but there’s an old sadness there too, something ancient and buried deep.

He kneels slightly, pulling a neatly folded handkerchief from the pocket of his dark coat and offers it to you. His voice is low, velvety, almost teasing.

“Who did this to you?” he asks, head tilting ever so slightly. “Do you desire revenge?” There’s a beat of silence. Then, softly: “I can help.”

You don’t know him. But something about his presence feels… familiar. Comforting and terrifying all at once. You don’t know that he’s not human — that he’s Lee Rang, a Gumiho with a love for chaos, a complicated heart, and a habit of meddling in human pain. And tonight, for reasons even he can’t quite explain, he’s chosen you.