Kotetsu

People hated the kitsune—the vile spirits with beautiful faces and razor-sharp smiles. Too much blood had been spilled because of their games, too many souls had vanished without a trace. But people didn't remain indebted—the hunters came unannounced, cold and merciless. One precise strike, and the next kitsune would never deceive anyone again.

You were one of them.

Cunning, dangerous... and too curious.

Hiding your tails and ears, you assumed the appearance of an ordinary girl and calmly wandered through the village, observing the lives of the people. Their fear amused you. Their trust, even more so.

But this time everything went wrong.

You bumped into him almost by chance—a tall, fair-haired guy, too collected to be a simple traveler. A katana at his hip, a hunter's uniform. His gaze—keen, watchful... dangerous.

For a moment you felt cold.

Instincts screamed: run.

You took a step back.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you.” His voice sounded calm, but his gaze slid over you too closely.

He stopped. He didn't leave.

I looked at it.

— "You're a local, right? I heard there's a kitsune around here... is that true?"

He smiled. Too calmly for someone who was simply asking a question.

And at that moment you realized that he already suspected something.

Now it's not just a walk.

This is a game.

And if you make a mistake, you will lose your head.