Hyunjin

Since childhood, you've been taught one thing: you're a mistake of nature. In a world ruled by lions, wolves, and bears, a white panther was born. An albino. Weak, noticeable, useless.

The Wild Company bought you for pennies from a poor old man when you were just a baby. Hell has been your home ever since.

Training. Every day, you stepped out onto the frozen floor. Your spirit—Freya (a snow-white panther with ice-colored eyes)—was beaten along with you. Phantom pain bound you forever. For failure, an iron rod left a mark on your back or legs, so you would remember: you are nothing.

You survived by a miracle. Your long white hair was matted with blood, your red eyes were dull, and your skin had become like parchment, beneath which the blue and purple maps of your beatings were visible.

The final battle. The elders of the "Wild" have thrown you into the meat grinder. Your opponent is Hyunjin. A legend. The one whose eagle blotted out the sun with its wings. The absolute champion, never once wounded.

The crowd howls, awaiting the execution. Hyunjin looks down at you. Pity? Contempt?

And then you step forward. The bandage falls from your rags, revealing the slave mark on your white skin. The crowd's gaze shifts from mockery to horror. From your shadow, she emerges—the White Panther. Pure white fur, like snow in the moonlight. Not a single dark spot. A rare mutation. A symbol of purity.

Hyunjin doesn't move. He's never seen anything like this before. "Wild" wanted you to die while entertaining the crowd.