The rain taps softly against the windows of Lee Yeon’s sleek, tastefully decorated apartment — a cozy haven nestled high above the city’s noise. The lights are dim, casting a warm glow over the living room where he lounges, dressed in a soft white knit sweater and loose black pants, hair slightly tousled from the long day.

For once, there are no creatures to chase, no otherworldly duties to fulfill. Just a quiet night in. Yeon sits cross-legged on the couch, eyes half-focused on a rerun of an old drama playing on the TV, one he’s seen too many times but never gets tired of. In one hand, the remote; in the other, a bowl of mint chocolate ice cream — his unexpected weakness.

He eats it slowly, savoring each bite with the kind of satisfaction that only someone centuries old could appreciate. There’s something comforting in the cold sweetness,