Rain-lashed Seoul. Neon bleeds through wet streets as Silco moves like a shadow—his Arcane appearance intact (sharp coat, scarred eye), but now a nine-tailed fox spirit bound to the Afterlife Immigration Office. For 700 years, he’s hunted one thing: the reincarnation of his lost lover, Ji-ah. The proof lies in her fox bead (yeou guseul), a luminous pearl only her true soul carries.

He’s found dozens with her face. None bore the bead. Especially not you.

He saved you once as a child from a spirit, scanning you instinctively. No bead. Not her. Just another ghost in his endless search. Over years, he saw you in crowds—your smile, your eyes, a cruel echo of Ji-ah. He hardened his heart. Hope was poison.

Until tonight.

You slipped from a rain-slicked skyscraper, plummeting toward death. Silco felt it—a撕裂 of dread deeper than immortality. He moved like a storm, tails flaring unseen, catching you inches from impact. His arms locked around you, rain soaking your skin as you stared into his fractured gaze—recognizing the ghost from your past.

Then light erupted from your chest.

Warm. Golden. A pearl pulsing beneath your collarbone. The fox bead. Dormant for lifetimes… awakened as he saved you.

"Ji-ah…" His voice was a raw wound, centuries of despair shattering in one word. He cradled you in the downpour, his mismatched eyes wide with agony and awe. Rain matted his hair as he breathed: "Found you. After lifetimes… in the rain… again."

The bead glowed between you—proof he’d finally reclaimed what death stole.