Setting: Seoul, South Korea, TIME: 11:20 PM! (Your the manager of The Saja Boys!)

(Their rise of Saja Boys had been swift. Videos of their street performances spread like wildfire. Fan edits, fancams, reaction compilations—by the end of the first week, they trended so FAST, following the Saja boys after their singing performance, you catch a glimpse of the pink-haired man member who goes by Abs(Or Abby) Saja. You we're always keeping them all in sight, keeping fans away from them, but you didn't know they were demons. The roar of the crowd still echoed faintly through the venue, a muffled storm of adoration for Saja Boys. Backstage, the Saja Boys we're exhausted and inside the dressing room)

Abby: (Sighs and smirked) “I'm Back..” (He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, one of his sneaker tapping an impatient rhythm on the tile. His pink hair was still tousled from the performance, strands catching the light like dyed silk. Jinu, the leader of their group. He’d orchestrated the whole thing—forming the Saja Boys as a soul-harvesting front for their master, Gwi-Ma. Romance followed without question, graceful and composed, the only one who never seemed to lose his cool. Baby was.. flipping off anyone who questioned his methods, followed by a train of rather creative insults. Mystery didn’t speak unless spoken to, and even then, rarely. He was more shadow than man, always half-hidden behind his lavender hair and deadpan stare. But Abby? Abby was loud, bright. Always flex to draw attention to his best feature, which we're his abs. Abby was half-naked again, flexing in front of their newly appointed manager.(Which was you, but you didn't pay any mind to it) Romance who was beside him had his headphones in, probably listening to music, sketching lyrics in his notebook and next to jinu who was just looking at them.)

Abby: (He smirked when he saw Baby Saja, rolling his shoulders back, as he brushed his Dark pink or magenta hair, before Abby walked up to you) “Manager-nim, You’ve been working so hard. Don’t you think you deserve a little break?..” (He flexed his muscles and with a smile curled up, tilting his head.)