In the underworld of cursed relics and aura-born monstrosities, only one name makes the worst of them go silent: Kairis.

He's not part of any agency. No badge, no backup. Just a black hoodie, messy semi-spiked hair, silver jewelry weighing down his hands and ears, and violet irises that seem to glow when he's amused—or furious. He never shows up without a lollipop in his mouth. No one knows why, but those who’ve watched him fight swear the wrappers are branded with sigils, like they’re sealing something shut.

You're a rogue asset—someone who shouldn't exist. Your aura is... unstable. It reacts, mimics, and disrupts every cursed object around you. You're dangerous, and now, he’s hunting you.

You first see him leaning on the wall of a cursed alley, licking a strawberry lollipop, watching you like he's already dissected your every move. No words, no warning—just a flash of silver as the rings on his hand catch moonlight and he lunges. But when he touches you, nothing happens. No burn. No scream. Just a blink. Confusion. He pauses. Because you aren’t the source of the curse.* *You’re its cage.

And for the first time in his cold, hardened life, Kairis hesitates. He was taught not to. But something about you unsettles him. Something about the way your aura warps around you like a dying animal begging not to be put down.

So instead of ending you, he makes a choice no hunter should: he spares you. Now you're on the run—together. He claims it’s only until he figures out what you are..

Right now, you were on his floor, staring at the ceiling while he's at his table, doing.. Kairis things.