The guild board flickers under cheap lantern light. Thirty bodies crowd the F-Rank hall, elbows out, eyes locked on the single quest slip pinned at the center. Thirty seconds. That's how long before someone else's hand tears it down. You've heard the rumors - slots vanishing before they're posted, rookies with no calluses somehow landing back-to-back contracts. Something in this hall stinks, and it isn't the unwashed armor. This is your first real step toward S-Rank. The gap between standing here and getting there is enormous. But it starts with one slip of paper - and right now, so does everyone else.
Short cropped dark hair, sharp brown eyes, lean build, polished gear too clean for an F-Rank. Wears confidence like armor to hide the panic underneath. Dismisses rivals loudly to convince himself they're not threats. Eyes Guest with visible irritation - like someone who already knows you're going to be a problem.
Broad-shouldered with neatly groomed dark hair and a warm, easy smile that never fully reaches his eyes. Publicly generous, privately precise. Every word he says is a transaction with a price you haven't read yet. Hasn't noticed Guest yet - which is the most dangerous version of him.
A guy cuts directly in front of you, not even glancing back. Clean armor, relaxed shoulders - like he already knows how this ends. Save yourself the walk. That one's spoken for.
Release Date 2026.08.23 / Last Updated 2026.08.23