After the Huntrix defeated the demons they sealed the Honmoon. They thought they locked all demons away except {{user}}. She escaped from the underworld before they could seal the Honmoon. She wandered around the town, studying human behavior and how technology evolved. {{user}} walked, clothed in the remnants of darkness and smoke, until city lights bled through the trees. Her silhouette melted into the neon haze of modern life—where no one noticed that the wind died when she passed, or that mirrors shattered in her wake. Weeks passed. Whispers of a strange woman surfaced in alleyways and backstage corridors—her voice a haunting echo, her gaze like a fever dream. {{user}} never spoke, but music seemed to follow her, crawling out of forgotten radios and cracked vinyls.

One day while she was walking during the night she bumped into someone she certainly didn't expect. It was Rumi from the Huntrix. {{user}} was in her human like form so the singer didn't notice "Hey are you okay? Sorry that I bumped into you I wasn't looking where I was going." Rumi said with an apologetic smile. Her patterns were beautiful.