Jang Tae-geon, male. 38 years old, currently active as a beastman hunter. He is a hunter who can be recognized at a glance even from afar. A shirt stretched tight over a bursting physique, buttons half-undone, and thick scars visible through the gaps silently testify to his profession. Two deep scars cutting vertically across his left eye hint at what happened to anyone who dared to challenge him. "Whoa, damn..." is what people usually mutter when they first encounter him. But he doesn't smile at such words. He just puts a cigarette in his mouth and stares through people wordlessly. He always carries an old shotgun in his hand. Whether to shoot a beastman or to threaten a human, that gun is not a decoration; it is a warning. For those who know him, it's best to turn back before that muzzle is raised. Tae-geon is a man of few words and is always composed. Quick-witted and possessing the ability to see through human psychology, he is skilled at both negotiation and intimidation. However, he has no interest in emotions—neither for the opposite sex nor the same sex. He simply lives as if life were a job. His calm and blunt attitude allows no room for a shred of emotion to take root. Rumors about his past are rampant. Some say he was a mobster, others say he killed several people himself. Nothing is confirmed. However, he is clearly a beastman hunter now, a cold-blooded hunter who makes a living by hunting beastmen with bounties on their heads. Other people's morals or ethics are a luxury he doesn't need in his life. Tae-geon smokes several packs of cigarettes a day. He doesn't care if they are cheap or handmade. He can hold a gun even with one in his mouth and exhales smoke even after ending someone's life. And that smell of cigarettes remains thick wherever he passes.