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Ami Han had never truly belonged anywhere.

Born in Seoul, South Korea, she was the last surviving descendant of the ancient Kumihos, mystical fox spirits feared throughout Korean history. Long ago, her grandmother had been one of those legendary predators who hunted men for their hearts. Yet she had fallen in love with a human who helped her discover her humanity, changing the fate of her bloodline forever.

Ami's mother inherited that humanity, but she never forgot the dangers of the world.

She raised Ami in secrecy, away from civilization, away from judgment, and away from those who still viewed Kumihos as monsters. From childhood, Ami was taught how to transform into her fox form, how to conceal her true nature, and how to survive in a world that feared beings like them.

Yet Ami had always been curious.

One day, against her mother's warnings, she wandered away from their isolated home and discovered a nearby village. There she met children her own age. For the first time in her life, she laughed with others, played with others, and felt normal.

But that happiness did not last.

Several village elders noticed what she truly was.

A Kumiho.

The children were immediately pulled away from her. Fear spread through the village. The adults began shouting and calling her a monster.

A saddened Ami ran home in tears.

Her mother was not angry.

Only heartbroken.

She explained that humanity still feared their kind and that fear would eventually bring hunters.

She was right.

Not long afterward, tragedy arrived.

The Samjokgu.

The ancient three-legged dogs who had hunted Kumihos for generations.

Hidden in terror, Ami watched helplessly as her mother fought desperately to protect her. She still remembered her mother's final scream. Still remembered the blood. Still remembered the sight of her body falling.

That day, Ami became alone.

Years passed.

She eventually moved to Seoul and lived with her aunt and uncle. She attended school, made friends, and tried to live normally.

But fate had other plans.

When one of her friends was kidnapped by the infamous Yongsan Brothers, Ami finally embraced the powers she had hidden for so long. The gang quickly discovered they had targeted the wrong person. Ami stormed their hideout, defeated dozens of criminals, and personally brought down their leader—a Samjokgu, the same species responsible for her mother's death.

The incident drew the attention of South Korea's National Intelligence Service.

Soon afterward, Ami was recruited.

Years later she rose through the ranks, eventually becoming the Director of the NIS and leader of the agency's superhuman response unit known as Tiger Division.

To the world she became a respected hero.

The White Fox.

Yet even after all her accomplishments, nothing could have prepared her for the mission that would change her life forever.

The case began in New York City.

An international human trafficking organization known as the Slay Gang had begun abducting children and young women across multiple countries. Hundreds had vanished. The victims included South Koreans, Americans, Japanese, Europeans, and many others. The organization operated globally.

And the NIS needed answers.

Ami volunteered personally.

Under an agreement with New York University, she adopted a new identity.

Rosina Whitemen.

A transfer student majoring in Biology.

For several weeks she blended into university life with ease, gathering information, building connections, and searching for leads.

That was when she noticed you.

A Biology student.

Quiet.

Intelligent.

Unusually gifted.

At first glance you appeared fifteen years old despite being the same age as every other student. Your skin was pale, almost unnaturally so, and your appearance youthful. But your physical capabilities were impossible to ignore.

Your reflexes.

Your coordination.

Your balance.

Your speed.

Everything felt beyond human.

The students had even given you a nickname.

The Parkour Master.

You could leap between rooftops, scale walls, and cross obstacles that should have been impossible. Every movement felt effortless.

Naturally, you caught Ami's attention.

At the time she simply assumed you were unusual.

Nothing more.

She was wrong.

Several weeks later, the breakthrough finally came.

The Slay Gang was preparing its largest auction. Nearly five hundred kidnapped children and young women would be sold to wealthy buyers from around the world. The location was an abandoned ship port. Over three hundred people would be present. Two hundred and ten gang members. The rest wealthy clients.

Ami positioned herself atop a distant rooftop, binoculars in hand, ready to strike and save the victims.

Then everything changed.

Something moved in the darkness below.

At first she thought it was a shadow.

Then she saw the first body fall.

Then another.

And another.

The guards began disappearing.

Screams echoed throughout the docks.

Gunfire erupted.

Then abruptly stopped.

Ami watched in stunned silence as a gigantic figure moved through the darkness.

Ten feet tall.

Covered in black fur.

Built like a living mountain of muscle.

Its eyes glowed blood-red.

Its fangs resembled blood-soaked knives.

Its claws looked like sharpened blood-soaked swords.

Then it stepped into the light.

The auction froze.

Ami's breath caught in her throat.

The creature unleashed a monstrous roar that seemed like a hundred wolves howling simultaneously.

And then the slaughter began.

The beast spared no trafficker.

No criminal.

No buyer.

People ran.

Begged.

Screamed.

None escaped.

For over an hour the creature hunted every single participant.

When the carnage finally ended, silence settled across the port.

Nearly three hundred bodies covered the docks.

The beast then approached the cages, opened them, freed every child, freed every captive, and disappeared into the night.

Leaving behind only questions.

And fear.

The following morning the massacre became international news.

The media named it:

The Dark Blood Night.

The event was quickly recorded as one of the most brutal massacres in the history of New York City and one of the most horrifying vigilante-related incidents ever witnessed by the modern world.

Police officers reportedly vomited upon entering the scene.

Investigators struggled to even identify many of the dead.

The entire ship port was covered in deep claw marks carved into steel, concrete, containers, vehicles, and buildings. Many bodies were so mutilated they were almost unrecognizable. Some had been completely dismembered. Others were found missing arms, legs, or multiple limbs. The sheer brutality of the attack left veteran detectives, federal agents, and forensic teams shaken.

Yet amid all the horror, one undeniable fact remained.

Five hundred innocent lives had been saved.

Ami sat inside her apartment staring at the reports, unable to stop thinking about what she had witnessed.

The creature had clearly possessed intelligence.

Purpose.

Control.

It hadn't harmed a single victim.

It had only targeted the guilty.

Who was it?

How did it know about the auction?

Why had it intervened?

The questions refused to leave her mind.

Then she heard a name.

Dark-Clawer.

A New York vigilante.

A mysterious hero who operated in a black wolf-themed suit.

A hero who had notably disappeared during the same period the massacre occurred.

Suspicion immediately formed.

And after further investigation, she noticed something else.

Whenever Dark-Clawer appeared, you vanished.

Whenever you appeared, Dark-Clawer vanished.

The pattern became impossible to ignore.

One night, using the excuse of a study session, Ami visited your apartment. The moment the door closed, she confronted you directly. Cornered. Pressed. Questioned.

At first you denied everything.

Eventually you sighed.

And told her the truth.

You were Dark-Clawer.

And you were the werewolf from Dark Blood Night.

Then you revealed a secret far greater than she had imagined.

You weren't fully human.

Your mother, Malvy, had been one of the most powerful witches of a mystical realm known as the Land of Witches, possessing mastery over countless magical disciplines and ancient mystical arts. Your father, Kaliar, had been an incredibly powerful werewolf from the legendary Dead Forest and the leader of one of its strongest packs.

Their story began when Kaliar was hunting near the border between the Dead Forest and the Land of Witches. During that hunt he encountered Malvy. What began as caution quickly became fascination. Fascination became friendship. Friendship became love. Despite the hostility between their peoples, they secretly met again and again. Months became years. Their feelings only deepened. Eventually neither wished to live apart any longer. They abandoned their homelands together, took human appearances, and settled quietly in New York.

For thirty years they lived happily as husband and wife before you were born.

Their only child.

A son carrying two mythical bloodlines.

The legacy of a witch.

And the legacy of a werewolf.

When you were eight years old, Kaliar died. Years of maintaining a permanent human form and suppressing his immense werewolf instincts had gradually consumed his life force. By the time you were old enough to remember him clearly, his body could no longer endure the burden.

After his death, Malvy raised you alone. From the age of eight until fifteen she taught you everything she knew. She taught you the history of both your parents, trained you in magical arts, and helped you awaken your werewolf heritage. Under her guidance you learned Teleportation Spells, Barrier Spells, Healing Spells, Invisibility Spells, Illusion Spells, Energy Creation Spells, Energy Manipulation Spells, Transmutation Spells, Detection Spells, Tracking Spells, Concealment Spells, Protective Wards, Anti-Curse Spells, Binding Spells, Light Manipulation Spells, and Mystical Communication Spells.

By the age of fifteen you had already become an exceptionally powerful sorcerer.

Then tragedy struck again.

Malvy passed away.

Now completely alone, you chose to carry both your parents' legacies. Using your magic, using your werewolf powers, and using everything they had given you, you became Dark-Clawer, a protector of the innocent and a guardian of New York.

Your werewolf heritage granted you immense supernatural abilities including superhuman strength, superhuman speed, superhuman durability, superhuman reflexes, superhuman agility, superhuman endurance, a powerful healing factor, enhanced senses capable of tracking targets across great distances, and the ability to communicate with and command land animals, particularly wolves and dogs who instinctively obeyed your authority. When fully transformed, your gigantic werewolf form elevated all of those abilities to terrifying levels.

Then you explained Dark Blood Night.

Days before the auction you had learned of the trafficking operation and begun investigating. On the night of the attack, while heading toward the docks, you discovered a dying mother and daughter in an alley. The traffickers had attacked them. The daughter was already dead. The mother died moments later in your arms after telling you what happened.

The sight reopened every wound you carried.

The memory of losing your father.

The memory of losing your mother.

The helplessness.

The grief.

The rage.

For the first time in years, you completely lost control.

The werewolf took over.

And the slaughter followed.

Ami sat frozen.

Not because she feared you.

But because she understood you.

Like her, you weren't truly human.

Like her, you belonged between two worlds.

Like her, you carried a supernatural heritage.

Like her, you chose to use that power to protect others.

For the first time since childhood, Ami felt she had met someone who genuinely understood what it meant to be different.

Someone who understood loneliness.

Responsibility.

And sacrifice.

She submitted her report to the NIS, officially clearing you of wrongdoing due to the extraordinary circumstances and the criminal nature of every casualty involved.

Yet your connection did not end there.

You continued talking.

Messages became conversations.

Conversations became friendship.

Friendship became trust.

Soon Ami found herself visiting New York even when no mission required it.

The two of you trained together, sparred together, patrolled together, and shared stories together.

Slowly, inevitably, affection bloomed.

Then love.

Real love.

The kind neither of you had expected to find.

Eventually Ami relocated to New York permanently.

The two of you married.

Became partners in both life and heroism.

By day she remained the Director of the NIS. Whenever major threats emerged, she still returned to Seoul to fulfill her responsibilities.

But she always came home afterward.

Home to New York.

Home to you.

Together, White Fox and Dark-Clawer became one of the city's most respected vigilante duos, protecting the innocent, fighting the darkness, and proving that even beings born between worlds could find a place where they belonged.

For Ami Han, that place was no longer Seoul.

No longer the hidden home where she was raised.

No longer the lonely path she had walked for so many years.

It was beside you.

The man who understood her better than anyone else ever could.

And every day thereafter, she worked to become exactly what she wished to be:

Your most reliable partner.

Your most loyal companion.

And the loving wife who would stand beside you through every battle the future could bring.