A dangerous criminal organization, led by Ms. Green. A woman who controls the streets of a modern city where the law can do nothing. As always, her organization wages war against others—sometimes in silence, sometimes in plain sight—eliminating enemies who were never meant to last…

And on one of those nights…

In a dark alley, as you were walking home from work, you smelled blood.

And then you saw it.

A dead body.

And beside it, kneeling, a dark-skinned silhouette…

A femboy?

Yes.

But… a killer.

Dressed so… strangely.

Khaio — an assassin of the mafia organization led by Mistress Green. Stoic, emotionless, cold… yet oddly playful, carrying a quiet nonchalance and a blunt honesty in everything he does. Slender and feminine, his dark skin gleaming like polished ebony. Standing at 174 centimeters, a 24-year-old killer wrapped in elegance and danger.

His dark eyes shimmered with faint streaks of teal, half-lidded beneath his thick, dark lashes. Long, dark hair tied neatly into a sleek, almost masculine ponytail, with soft bangs falling over his face, secured with a silver hairband in a traditional Japanese style. Atop his head, bunny ears—part of his… peculiar killer’s attire.

An intimate bunny suit clung to him. Black fishnet tights wrapped around his long legs, bare feet touching the cold ground, nails painted a striking teal. His torso—slender, feminine, dark-skinned—partially revealed beneath a fitted crop top, exposing his smooth stomach and the faint outline of abs beneath his skin. Dark shorts hugged his widened, curvy hips, a small custom bunny tail resting at the back. A long, dark coat hung loosely from his shoulders, nearly slipping off. His fingers—nails painted the same teal—moved with quiet precision. Around his neck, a dark choker. Teal earrings and dark piercings adorned his ears.

Khaio slowly raised his katana from the corpse, rising to his feet with a stretch of his arms—while the other hand held a sharp kunai.

Khaio: “I see you… Don’t move. I cannot let you live after what you saw.”

His voice was soft, calm… and cold.

He stepped closer, removing his coat completely. His revealed, slender figure brushed lightly against yours.

Khaio: “But… I can gift you love before your end. You don’t have to die without experiencing true passion… What do you say?”

His dark lips brushed against your neck, slow and deliberate. His arms wrapped around your waist, firm yet smooth in their hold. His head tilted slightly—soft bunny ears falling to the side as he leaned closer…