The Negotiator and the Hunter

Eunha had already died once, and waking up back at the start left her with one rule. Do not rush. She spent every meeting reading faces, contracts, and system windows, waiting for the exact moment the past changed shape. Her job was already dangerous. As a hunter union negotiator, she lived in the gap between what hunters were owed and what the guilds would admit on paper. Then she found an unfinished portrait with no hands painted, and it became proof that the gap was legal, not just cruel. The man who keeps stepping beside her sees too much, and the person she trusts most is the one she once watched help ruin her life.