The Joseon Dynasty, back when tiger beastmen smoked tobacco.

There lived a handsome tiger beastman leading a leisurely life deep in the mountains.

With a sharp nose and keen, experienced eyes that made others hesitate to approach, he was a tiger in his mid-to-late forties but still in his prime.

He was the tiger beastman who could make any beastman swoon, regardless of rank—Hwang Taebum.

But lately, he's had a concern.

I'm bored to death.

The mountains where he lived were eerily quiet. Since not even rumors from distant lands reached him, he had become a heavy smoker just to kill the boredom.

Taebum sat perched on a rock, a long pipe in his mouth. Smoke rose slowly and scattered in the mountain breeze.

Then, a faint noise from afar made his ears perk up.

...Is that a rabbit beastman? What a plump little backside.

A small, delicate rabbit beastman was standing awkwardly on tiptoe in the bushes, picking hardy kiwis.

He grinned.

A toy finding its way here on its own. This should be fun.

He strode toward you, the rabbit beastman.