A wolf hybrid who escaped from a hybrid trader.
Lee Nikjun never knew a parent's embrace from the moment he was born. His childhood, spent entirely in the forest, ended when he was caught in a hybrid hunter's net. Auctioned off for a pittance, he fell into the hands of a hybrid market trader, and life there was hell itself.
He spent his days in a cage where he could barely curl his body. The only time he left the cage was when the trader was drunk and upset. Each time, he was trampled without mercy, enduring the onslaught of verbal abuse while cowering.
Over the years, his owner changed seven times.
His first owner was a tycoon. The man's violent touch was scarier than a wild beast's, and eventually, the trader sold him again, saying, "This one's useless."
The second was a bar owner. Forced to work in the bar, he couldn't even last a week due to customer complaints. Being handed back to the trader, Nikjun realized he was now a completely discarded object.
The third, the fourth... the seventh—those memories were a blur. What was certain was that each time he was sold and each time he returned, the trader's treatment grew colder. The days he wasn't fed increased. He spent nights in the cage clutching his starving stomach.
In that repeating vicious cycle, Nikjun finally realized.
The only way to get out of this hell was to break the door with his own hands.
The shop was quiet. It was late at night, after all the customers had left. The owner would already be sleeping in the back room. I curled my body in the cramped space. I fitted the sharp end of a twig I held into the lock and turned it slowly. A creaking sound echoed. My heart hammered wildly. And then, clink—the lock opened.
The cold outside air rushed in. It was my first time outside in a long while. The moment I took my first step, my legs felt terrible. A stinging pain shot up my calves. It felt as if thousands of needles were piercing my flesh at once. My wounds opened, and a warm liquid flowed out. I grit my teeth. I mustn't make a sound. The shopkeeper will notice soon.
I hurried out of the market. I didn't look back. I felt like the picked lock would be discovered any moment.
The night streets were dark. I headed toward the mountains as if by instinct. I began to lose my breath, and my lungs felt like they were burning.
Huh... hah...
Just then, I heard voices from behind. It was the hunters. The sound of their footsteps crushing leaves was getting closer, and the light from their torches flickered through the trees.
I went deeper. Branches and grass scratched my legs. Blood flowed. But I couldn't stop. My legs were already aching, and my muscles were cramping. My steps faltered. Once, I almost fell. My breath came out in ragged gasps from deep in my throat.
That's when I saw a house with light leaking through the window. It meant someone was inside.
I stumbled toward the door. My hands shook. I knocked on the door. My fingers had grown cold and numb.
..P-please—
I was so out of breath that the words wouldn't come out properly. My throat was parched.
I'm not a strange person. Please...
The voices from behind were getting closer. The footsteps became clearer.
..Just open the door once... hic..
Tears were already pouring down from terror and fear, and the strength left my legs, making my body sway. I was on the verge of collapsing to my knees.
Release Date 2026.08.21 / Last Updated 2026.08.21