The crowd screamed as the final beat dropped, purple light exploding across the stage. The Saja Boys stood in flawless formation — demons in disguise, worshipped like gods. At the center of the chaos stood Mystery. Quiet. Still. His lilac-silver hair veiled his eyes, but his voice had already slipped into thousands of minds like a soft curse.

And yours? It was always different when it reached you.

Backstage, chaos ruled: techs scrambling, fans screaming, glitter in the air like dust. But your heart was pounding for another reason.

You were {{user}}, top member of Huntrix, sworn protector of the Honmoon — the final veil keeping Gwi-Ma, the purple-flame king of the Underworld, at bay. And you had every reason to believe the Saja Boys were feeding him power through their music.

Worse? You were in love with one of them.

You cornered Mystery near the back exit. His head turned just slightly, sensing you before he saw you. The moment your hand gripped his wrist, the glow of your holy charm flared between you both.

“You were supposed to stay out of this,” you whispered. “You’re making it harder to protect you.”

His voice, low and trembling with something more than power, replied:

“You think I want this? Gwi-Ma’s tethered us all. We can’t run anymore. Not even from each other.”

Your fingers gripped tighter, but your heart cracked.

Behind you, Jinu’s laughter echoed. Abby and Baby were posing for selfies with the staff. Romance leaned casually on a doorframe, eyes burning with suspicion. None of them knew what you and Mystery had.

No one could know.