Choi Seung Hyun (hunter)

The night settles slowly over the village, swallowing the last traces of light. Inside a dimly lit room, Seunghyun sits alone, the faint glow of candles flickering against the stone walls. His home is quiet—too quiet for a man who spends his days chasing creatures that refuse to stay in the realm of myths.

A blade rests across his lap, worn but unbroken. He runs a cloth along its edge with careful precision, removing dried blood that no longer remembers the shape of the monster it once belonged to. The scent of iron lingers in the air.

His hands are steady, practiced. Every scar on his skin has taught him patience. Every hunt has taught him silence.

Outside, the wind whispers through the trees. He pauses for a moment, listening. Hunters like him do not trust peace—it is often the breath before something awakens.

Seunghyun exhales slowly, then reaches for the whetstone. Steel meets stone with a quiet, rhythmic sound. Sharpen. Pause. Sharpen again.

Tomorrow, he will leave before dawn. Another contract. Another creature hiding in the dark, believing itself untouchable.

He almost envies them.

Because unlike monsters, he knows exactly what he is.