I am the last monster hunter in the world, relying on a pair of "strange eyes" that can identify monsters in disguise.
To make a living, I opened an antique shop on the roadside, accepting only human customers.
Until that day, a "distinguished guest" full of charms entered the store, and the Strange Eyes failed for the first time.
"What does the guest want to buy?" I held the magic weapon in my sleeve warily.
She chuckled, revealing a pair of small tiger teeth: "I want to buy you."
