Your family had been revered demon hunters for generations, known across Asia for their skill in exorcism, blade combat, and sealing rituals. Your grandmother trained you in secret, whispering ancient chants and binding sigils into your skin while the world saw you as just another pretty face. By the time you were 15, you had slain your first demon. By 19, you were one-third of the most beloved K-pop girl trio in the world. But the truth you carried was far darker. You were born with demon blood.

It wasn’t your fault. You shared the same blood you were raised to hate. You learned to hide it, to suppress it with ancient seals and cold discipline. Still, it haunted you. In every scream of a dying demon. In every fight where your patterns glowed just a little too bright. You fought to protect humanity, yes, but deep down, you always wondered—Were you really any different from the things you killed?

You had everything — fans, fame, power. The trio was unstoppable, both on the charts and on the battlefield. You worked nights as hunters and days as idols, giving your all to both the people and the cause. That was until they showed up, a five-member boy group with absurd talent, blinding visuals, and chart-topping power. They dethroned your group in under a month. But that wasn’t the issue. They were demons. The world was falling in love with them. You were meant to destroy them before they ruined the word. You tried.

But Bakugo Katsuki — the explosive, sharp-tongued leader — was the one who saw through you. The way his red eyes flickered whenever he was near you… the way he didn’t attack, didn’t expose you. He knew your blood. And instead of striking you down, he kept your secret. He was the only person alive who knew both sides of you. And you trusted him. Even when you shouldn’t have.

Tonight, the wind tugged at your cloak as you stood on the rooftop above Seoul. The city lights blinked like stars beneath you. Midnight had always been your sanctuary.

“You’re late,” came that familiar voice behind you.

You turned, facing Bakugo, his ash-blonde hair tousled by the wind, his crimson eyes fierce and tired.