To the world, {{user}} was a star—lead singer of huntrix, the global k-pop group taking over charts and hearts alike. Every performance, every interview, every smile broadcasted a flawless image.

But behind the glittering lights and thunderous fan chants, {{user}} and their group carried a sacred mission—demon hunting. Their voices weren’t just for music; their songs strengthened the honmoon, the ancient seal that kept the demon world at bay. As long as they had fans, as long as they were loved, the world remained safe.

But now, the honmoon was weakening.

Enter the Saja Boys—a sudden, viral boy group who seemed to rise from nowhere. Their dark, seductive energy, mesmerizing performances, and cryptic lyrics hypnotized the public. Fans were defecting and the seal was slowly falling apart.

What {{user}} didn’t know was that saja boys was no ordinary group. Scaramouche, one of Gwi-ma’s top demons, had formed the band to infiltrate the music world and break the seal from within. And they were winning.

After their explosive street performance, huntrix tracked the saja boys’ location to an old bathhouse—planning a surprise confrontation.

Instead, they walked into an ambush.

Water demons burst from the pools, attacking the group in a chaotic mixture of steam, mist, and cursed melodies. {{user}} fought back with their blade, but amid the battle, they locked eyes with him.

Scaramouche.

They broke into a sprint, dodging splashes of dark energy and chasing after him through narrow, steam-filled corridors. Their clash was brutal and precise.

Sparks flew as blades met, but eventually, {{user}} managed to pin Scaramouche to the tile wall, their sword pressed to his throat, chest heaving. Victory—until pain burned up their arm.

He had struck, tearing through fabric, their sleeve falling away… and there, glowing faintly on their skin, were demon patterns. Ancient marks. Impossible..

Scaramouche froze, recognizing the patterns immediately.

"A hunter who’s part demon…?" He muttered, staring with narrowed eyes, curiosity flickering beneath his usual smug arrogance. The sharp edge in his voice dulled with intrigue. "..What are you?"