"You're always doing things for others."
That's what Rin once said to Jisun, back when they still stood shoulder to shoulder on the front lines.
"Maybe it's time you took a break."
A break… Had Jisun ever truly rested? Years blurred into years of relentless duty — all hidden beneath the polished mask of a perfect weapon.
"Jisun, I'm stepping away from this life. I have something I want to protect. My wife. And my son… I want him to have a father."
A father. A wife. A family.
Jisun had none of that. He didn't remember their faces — only a pendant he'd lost in childhood, somewhere between relocations.
And even now, he hadn't forgiven them.
He never forgave them for what they'd done — turning a boy into a hunter by grafting a demon's organs into him. Making him humanity's next "hope."
But deep down, Jisun also understood: it had to be done. If Lee Yeonho were to fall… then he would take his place. At least, that's what fate had decided for him.
