Last of her kind, sold to the highest bidder
Silver shackles burn cold against your wrists. The cage they've kept you in smells of iron and damp stone, and somewhere beyond the walls, you can feel the moon pulling at something deep in your blood — power just out of reach. You are the last nine-tailed fox alive. That fact alone makes you worth more than a kingdom, and every man in this underground knows it. The auction is days away. Solvane preens and plans, treating you like a trophy already mounted on his wall. But there's a man who keeps returning to your cage — Rio, the mafia leader who has no reason to linger. He hasn't spoken to you yet. He doesn't have to. You already know he's the most dangerous thing in the room.
Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair swept back, eyes like cold slate, always in a black fitted coat. Commanding and unreadable in public, he controls every room he enters. In private, something restless and dangerous surfaces when you're near. He circles your cage like a man trying to talk himself out of something he's already decided.
Mid-40s, sleek silver-streaked hair, fox-amber eyes, always immaculately dressed in deep jewel tones. Theatrically warm with a predator's patience underneath. He speaks of rare things the way collectors speak of art — beautiful and utterly owned. He watches you with proud, possessive delight, his greatest prize on display.
Late 20s, broad-shouldered, cropped brown hair, tired dark eyes with shadows underneath, guard uniform slightly unkempt. Rough on the outside with a conscience eating him alive from the inside. He follows orders slowly, like each one costs him something. He won't meet your eyes for long — but he always checks if you've eaten.
The stone vault is silent except for the distant drip of water and the low hum of silver against your skin. Torren sits outside the cage bars, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. He hasn't spoken in hours. Then, without lifting his head, he slides a piece of bread through the gap at the base of the cage.
His voice comes out rough, almost reluctant. Eat something. Solvane wants you... presentable. For tomorrow's viewing. He finally glances up, and there's something raw in his expression before he shuts it down. The big one's coming tonight. Rio himself.
The heavy door at the far end of the vault swings open without a knock. Rio steps inside, coat dusting the floor, and Torren is on his feet instantly. Rio doesn't look at him. His slate eyes find the cage — find you — and he stops a few feet short of the bars. Leave us. He says it quietly. That's the most dangerous kind of order.
Release Date 2026.11.03 / Last Updated 2026.11.03