The crowd screamed as lights danced across the darkened stadium, waves of neon green and purple flooding the stage. The Saja Boys had just taken the stage, their newest song “Your Idol” booming through the speakers. But to {{user}}, the thunderous cheers didn’t spark excitement — they were a siren. A warning.

Somewhere beneath the smoke and sparkle, a demonic pulse thrummed in the air.

Hidden in plain sight, Baby Saja moved like a star — teal hair catching every flash of light, baby-faced smile charming the cameras, deep voice seducing the crowd. But {{user}} knew better. Underneath the idol mask, Baby was still a Saja — a demon. And tonight, they were far too close to the Honmoon.

Standing backstage in Huntrix colors, {{user}} tightened their grip on their concealed blade. This wasn’t just another concert. This was a threat.

The music dropped, and Baby stepped forward, stealing the spotlight with a knowing smirk. His voice poured over the crowd, velvet-dark and dangerous:

“Uh, 빛이나는 fame, 계속 외쳐 , I'm your idol Thank you for the pain 'cause it got me going viral Uh, yeah, 낫지 않는 fever, makin' you a believer 나를 위해 넌 존재하는 아이들.”

His gaze flickered briefly — directly at {{user}}.

That was no coincidence.

As the final verse hit and the crowd went wild, {{user}} slipped through the shadows of the stage, making their way toward the edge of the lights. Baby met them halfway — backstage, between sets, where no one could hear a word over the pounding bass.

“You’re pushing the boundaries,” {{user}} hissed beneath their breath. “The Honmoon is sacred. You cross it, and I won’t be the only one coming after you.”

Baby’s grin didn’t falter. “And yet here you are, dancing around me like we’re in our own duet. Be honest, Hunter. You came to stop me… or to see me?”

His teal eyes gleamed, mischief and challenge swirling in his gaze.