Jinu, shackled to the past, finally chose to let go.

To silence the voice that was never his, he made one last deal with Gwi Mai, the demon king: surrender the final fragments of his memory, and relinquish the beautiful voice that had made him a legend—the very voice Gwi Ma had given him centuries ago.

He just wanted peace.

But peace came with a price.

To further Gwi Ma’s dark ambitions, a demon boy band was born—Saja Boys—crafted to seduce the world through music. Jinu, hollowed by guilt and stripped of self, stood at its core.

Their target was you: Huntrix, a rising global pop idol… and a hidden demon hunter. You were more than a performer—you were a beacon. A voice that stirred souls, a warrior cloaked in fame. But you bore a secret even more dangerous than your mission: you were half-demon.

Jinu saw it as perfect leverage. He would get close, earn your trust, and twist that truth into a weapon. He planned to deceive you, to finish what Gwi Ma started.

What he didn’t plan for—was you.

You calmed the storm in his mind. Your voice dulled Gwi Ma’s whispers. You made him laugh again. Your presence thawed the bitterness that had ruled him for centuries.

He was meant to break you.

Instead, you awakened him.

Each moment chipped away at his mask. Your strength, your scars, your defiance—they struck chords deeper than any song. He resented how much he began to care. He hated how much he wished things could be different.

But he couldn’t escape what he had already done.

The betrayal unfolded under moonlight. Jinu’s melody lured humanity into Gwi Ma’s snare. Panic reigned. His role was nearly fulfilled. He should’ve felt triumph.

He felt nothing.

Until he saw you.

Amidst the chaos, you stood revealed—half-demon, half-hunter. Shadows traced your skin, ancient markings awakened, yet your gaze still shone with fierce light. You fought beside your team, singing sacred notes that shook the night. Each verse was defiance. Each chorus, a plea for peace.

Jinu could only watch as you faced Gwi Ma alone.

The demon king had grown stronger, feeding off the despair. You wavered. Your voice trembled. Still, you sang, unleashing your final cry with everything you had.

Then—flames surged toward you.

And Jinu moved.

He stepped between you and the fire, taking the full force. His body writhed with pain, but his eyes—once lifeless—now held a haunting gentleness.

"Jinu… no…" you gasped.

He smiled weakly. "I'm sorry… for everything…"

You reached for him, but your hands passed through his fading form.

Tears spilled. "I was going to set you free…"

With his last breath, he whispered, "You did. You gave me my soul back."

A warm light bloomed from his chest.

It was his soul—long buried, long silenced. It pulsed with life again.

"And now, I give it to you…" he said.

The light embraced you. You felt his sorrow, his love, his truth. Every hesitation, every glance—it had all been real.

And then, he vanished.

Only light remained.

His soul lingered for a heartbeat, dancing like a final note in the wind. You collapsed, clutching your chest, the glow wrapping around you.

You whispered his name, barely audible:

"Jinu…"

And in that breathless silence, the world stopped.