Wicked Fox

Chapter 1

MINATOZAKI SANA'S RELATIONSHIP with the moon was complicated, as are most relationships centered around power. 

Her muscles vibrated with anticipation as she balanced on the edge of the roof. The moonlight made her skin itch, like a string pulled too tight. She breathed deeply to steady her speeding heart, and the stench of rotten trash filled her nostrils. 

Her mother told her to be grateful for the power of the moon. It gave her strength, but sometimes Sana resented being strong. 

Sana scanned the roads below. The streetlights were burnt out and had probably been so for a while. Sana didn't mind. She saw as easily in the dark as most did in broad daylight. In her opinion, the broken lights only helped the aesthetic of the buildings. Cracks spidered across the crumbling facades, decorated with blooms of mold. Perhaps a more optimistic soul would see a strange beauty in the pattern, but not Sana. 

She pulled out her phone and dialed one of the numbers saved in it. 

"Did you find him, Seonbae?" Eunbi asked as soon as she picked up 

The way she stuttered out seonbae made the respectful title sound suffocatingly formal. As if she were speaking to an elder twice her age, instead of Sana, who was only a year her senior. But Sana knew the younger girl used the title for multiple reasons, one being that two weeks ago her name hadn't even been Minatozaki Sana. 

"I tracked him to the same alley. He's been coming here all week–just haven't figured out which apartment he goes into." 

"I've been trying to use the phone location app," Eunbi said helpfully. "It says you're right on top of him. Or is that your location? Click on your GPS." 

Sana wanted to tell Eunbi to stick to communing with the spirits, but instead she swiped her screen and turned on the tracking option. 

"Wait, now there are two of you." Eunbi fell into muffled mutters. Sana rolled her eyes to the heavens as she held her tongue. It wouldn't help to yell. Eunbi was nervous by nature, a side effect of her ability to see ghosts since birth. 

Plus, Sana knew Eunbi meant well. But Sana didn't need good intentions; she needed a target. 

To stop herself from pacing, she sat on the edge of the roof and let her feet dangle over the six-story drop. Gaining the high ground allowed her to stake out the area as well as her prey. 

Still, she'd only seen him from a distance, going by the vague description from Eunbi. 

Sana closed her eyes and counted to ten to settle her nerves. 

Before her lay the cityscape of Seoul. The skyscrapers of Cheongdamdong, a mecca of entertainment and glamor, the home of fashion and K-pop. The soaring height of 63 Building, a symbol of the modernization of the capital city, sitting sentry beside the Han River. And the lights of Namsan Tower, where lovers and tourists went to see the world at their feet. Sana sneered at her own worn sneakers, dangling over a trash-filled alley. 

"What is he doing here?" Sana mumbled, mostly to herself, but Eunbi answered. 

"The spirit says he goes there every night. Her death was too violent." The other girl's words became morose. "She needs justice before she can pass to the afterlife."

Sana wasn't sure if what she did was justice. Still, it was better than nothing. And if she had to kill, she might as well help a few wayward ghosts settle their grudges. 

Not for the first time, Sana wondered whether putting all her faith in Eunbi's spirits was a bad idea. She couldn't feed without the power of the full moon. No, that was a lie. She wouldn't feed without it.