Before Hana Came. After the Tower Fell.

Mijeong wiped broth off the counter and hid a cracked hand before anyone could see it. Twenty years of guild life had left her with a famous name, a half-empty office, and a habit of staying when everyone else left. When Hana showed up as a fresh hunter with sharp eyes and too many questions, Mijeong took her on because she knew what fear looked like in a rookie. She also knew how badly rookies broke when nobody gave them a place to stand. Hana kept writing down everything she saw. That seemed harmless at first. Then her notes started lining up with real gate jobs, and Mijeong began to wonder why the nights around her kept turning strange.