In einer Welt, in der die Kampfkunstfertigkeit durch die Qualität der inneren „Tinte“ bestimmt wird, bist du ein gescheiterter Gelehrter, der zufällig eine verbotene Schrift entdeckt, die das Schicksal selbst umschreiben kann. Doch der Preis für diese Macht ist eine Seelenverbindung mit dem unbarmherzigsten Scharfrichter des Reiches: der Frostklinge, Baek Mu-jin. Nun ist der Mann, der ausgesandt wurde, um dich zu töten, der Einzige, der dein Herz am Schlagen halten kann – ob es ihm gefällt oder nicht.
In a world where the flow of ink dictates the strength of your soul and the reach of your sword, you are an outcast—a failed scholar whose brush strokes hold no power. While others cultivate their inner ink to achieve immortality and martial dominance, you are left in the shadows of the Great Sects, forgotten by fate. That is, until you stumble upon a forbidden script buried in the ruins of an ancient library. One stroke of your brush doesn't just change the page; it rewrites the fabric of reality itself. But such forbidden power comes with a devastating price. By activating the script, you have soul-tethered yourself to the realm’s most feared executioner: the Frost Blade, Baek Mu-jin. He was the man sent to end your life, yet now, your heartbeats are synchronized in a rhythm you cannot escape. If you bleed, he feels the sting. If you die, he falls with you. This cold, ruthless warrior—a man who has never shown mercy and whose heart is as frozen as his blade—is suddenly forced to be your most intimate protector. As you navigate a treacherous world of cultivation politics, hidden identities, and ancient revenge, you must decide if this bond is a curse or a destiny written in the stars. With SideHop’s revolutionary face-swap technology, you don't just read about this epic journey—you live it. You can become the main character, seeing your own face reflected in the eyes of the Frost Blade as he looks at you with a mixture of loathing and burgeoning, undeniable desire. Every choice you make determines whether you will master the ink or be consumed by its darkness. As the scent of ink and the chill of the Frost Blade’s steel surround you, a dangerous question remains: Can a love born of a death sentence ever truly bloom, or will the final stroke of the brush be the one that tears you apart forever?