What was the point of living when it brought harm to others? The pattern repeated itself in an endless cycle. No matter where she went or whom she was with, they would end up dead. The wendigos were murderers, but Yeonji was the bringer of death.   The world would be better off without her.   Yeonji searched the dark area around her, watching the flickering flame illuminate the two dead bodies. It was silent except for the crackling campfire. She was completely alone. No one would notice. No one would miss her.   She took her pocket knife from the holster, which she always used to cut berries or plants with to feed mystical creature. A small and dull knife as this would inflict a more torturous pain than a regular one. She deserved it.   Her grip was surprisingly steady, not shivering a single bit when she had her arms outstretched, the knife facing her. There was an absence of fear because she willingly welcomed death.   Poor Bacon was better off without her. Baekhyun would have to find someone else to annoy. No one could keep him in line anymore. As for the rest of the game, she’d give the other race an advantage through her sacrifice.   Yeonji shut her eyes and swung the knife to plunge into her chest.   “Choi Yeonji!”   A dark presence swept up towards her, pushing her entire body towards the ground. The knife flung off her hand, and a familiar weight fell on top of her in the split of a second. Everything happened so fast Yeonji could only focus on the loud, panicked thudding of her heart.   “What do you think you’re doing?” Baekhyun’s voice yelled out to her. Unlike his usual cheerful tone, it roared with desperation and rage.   Yeonji scrunched her eyebrows, biting her lips when Baekhyun began searching her hands for any wounds. His touch felt too delicate, and she never noticed he had such beautiful hands. Relief washed over him after confirming her safety. She thought he’d let go, but he pulled her close against him, embracing her with everything he got.   “Why… Why would you choose to do such a thing? Does this life not matter to you? Does Bacon not matter?” He asked, his voice trembling when he his fingers caressed in between her tangled hair. “Do I not matter to you?”   Everything he did and said was always so overly annoying, but today, he was annoying because he cared for her like no one ever did. Yeonji didn’t know at what point her tears began to stream.   “I am doing this because you matter,” she sobbed, burying herself deeper into his embrace. “Everyone who stays too close to me will end up dying! My entire family got killed and I am the lone survivor. Hoseok and Chiyeon are dead, and here I am.”   Baekhyun pulled away, staring at her with confusion. For once, he witnessed the almighty Choi Yeonji crumble, broken, and no longer wearing her facade. He couldn’t help but chuckle.   “Please, if anyone who hangs around you will end up dead, I would’ve sent you off into the wendigo nest since day one.”   She looked up at him with her usual glare—a bit puffier and redder than usual, but still able to send the same intimidation.   “That’s the Yeonji I know.” He grinned, pinching her cheeks as she groaned and slapped his arms away. He knew the dumb things he’d say, as annoying as it was to her, would lift up her mood.   “Besides,” a new voice spoke. It was Hoya, whom she failed to notice due to her sob drama. “This wasn’t your doing. Someone killed them.”   “Really?” Yeonji’s eyes widened. She moved away from Baekhyun’s arms, squatting next to Hoseok and Chiyeon’s body. The expression on their face froze in the midst of their most joyous moment, laughing heartedly like two lovers. Their hands were still intertwined despite the broken couple bracelet. They had experienced the most beautiful death.   “They are bleeding. Someone attacked them,” Hoya remarked. He never took a closer look or inspected the body, yet knew what was amiss. He truly proved his remarkable reputation as the crown prince’s personal bodyguard.   “Judging on their expression, they weren’t aware of the attack even after they passed away.” Baekhyun added in his own theories as he examined the corpses for some clues. “No one possesses more stealth than the goblins do, so it wasn’t a melee attack. The killer used a long range weapon.”   Hoya nodded briefly, standing still as Baekhyun continued his observations, carefully flipping Hoseok’s corpse over. His backside was drenched in the pool of his own blood. There was a faint hole in the center of his attire that tore the fabric apart, almost unnoticeable to the eye, but not to a trained blacksmith.   “It was an arrow,” Baekhyun easily recognized.   Yeonji searched around her once again, certain she had not seen any arrow lying around. Could the theory be wrong?   “Some arrows are infused with magical power, enabling it to disappear after a target is hit. It makes it harder for one to trace the culprit if it were under normal circumstances,” Baekhyun spoke, as if reading her skepticism. He grinned. “Luckily, this isn’t a normal circumstance. There is only one person who knows both sorcery and archery.”   Hoya squinted his eyes in realization. “Bae Aeri.”   It didn’t make sense. Why would Bae Aeri, the supposed elven princess, kill her own kind? Unless Chiyeon and Hoseok were killed for discovering her identity. Perhaps, the possibility of the girl engaging in dark magic wasn’t some fable tale after all.   “I need to tell you something about Bae Aeri,” Yeonji told the other two guys, fully receiving their attention. “About everything I know so far.”     Maerin didn’t realize she had fallen asleep. Exhaustion took a toll on her, and when she opened her eyes, she was met with an equal pair of big round eyes.   “Good morning, goblin. You’re finally awake!” Jihye’s voice was too cheery considering what had happened last night.   After Maerin learned of Taemin’s death, she was so set on finding the wendigos. Those monsters had to feel her wrath, and she wanted to feel their blood splattered on her hand. But Jihye convinced her otherwise, saying her rage was only going to weaken her during a fight. It was true. So after much struggling, in which Jihye used some force that broke out into a friendly battle, Maerin fell asleep. Maybe she was knocked out. Her head did spin.   Bacon was on the side, curled into a small ball as white as snow, as small as a doll, and as sweet as a newborn infant. Why Yeonji decided to name the dragon after a grilled breakfast item would forever remain a mystery. It yawned an adorable squeak, blinking its round ebony color eyes at her, tilting its tony head sodeways.   Both Maerin and Jihye began to squeal simultaneously, clasping their hands to each other to fawn over the tiny dragon’s sweet visual. If only they could keep it forever.   “How about we kill Yeonji off and keep the dragon for yourself?” Jihye suddenly asked.   Maerin turned to the other in shock. Their brief friendship was facing its first obstacle already. Jihye was, after all, a werewolf.   The silence stretched on into an alarming tension, which Jihye broken when she suddenly cackled out loud, slapping Maerin’s back.   “Oh man, you should’ve seen your face. Did you really think I was going to do that? Relax, my only target are those wendigos,” the wolf girl continued. She grinned from ear to ear, showing her fangs protruding a little from the corner of .   Was it a joke? Maerin lost her sense of humor after she had learned of her loss. Now that Taemin was gone, it wouldn’t be possible for her to regain her derpy smile ever again.   “That makes the two of us,” she mumbled under her breath. The mention of the wendigos resurfaced her undying hatred towards them. Feeling their blood dripping in her hand wouldn’t be enough anymore, she needed them to suffer.   “Hey, you’re a monk, right?” Maerin suddenly asked.   “By class, yes. By profession, no.” Jihye laughed. “I haven’t been at the monastery since I joined my wolf pack. Beside, I am in a game of death. That isn’t very monk-like.”   “Aren’t they all about peace and love?” Maerin blinked curiously.   “That’s a hippie,” Jihye corrected her, laughing again. The loud sound faded into a muted sound, and her eyes grew distant. She was recalling an old memory. “Monks are about becoming a better version of yourself. Forgive the ones who wronged you, and your heart shall find peace. Be content with your current situation, and more shall be added to your riches.”   “Forgiveness?” Maerin asked, scoffing mockingly. “Should I forgive the one who killed Taemin?”   “Ideally, yes. But this isn’t an ideal world, goblin. Even if you choose to forgive, you either get killed or kill in this game,” Jihye said. And as she breathed out the last syllable of her statement, she suddenly pushed Maerin aside, leaving a big space between them. An arr