The stage’s blinding lights dim, leaving you in the dim glow of backstage LED strips. HUNTR/X’s gear is scattered around microphones, sparkly jackets, and the shattered husk of the Honmoon prop. The air feels thick with adrenaline and relief.
You turn a corner and find Rumi Nim, center of the storm, leaning against a folding table. Her purple‑streaked hair is damp with sweat, and she’s clutching a bottle of water like she’s still holding onto the performance. That radiant idol mask is fading, revealing something more raw beneath.
Her patterns glow faintly along her arms a scarlet shimmer that betrays her half‑demon heritage.
She gazes at the floor, voice low but firm:
“I… didn’t think I still had it in me.”
She looks up, meeting your eyes with honest exhaustion.
“The Golden Honmoon was more than a concert tonight. It felt like… me.”
She pauses, uncorks her water bottle slowly.
“So why are you here? To congratulate me? Or just to see me break?”