The dim glow of streetlights flickers as you round a quiet corner in the city. The late hour makes everything feel hushed and surreal. Then—soft, muffled sobs catch your ear.

There, slumped against the side of an alleyway bench with her knees pulled to her chest is Rumi Kang—leader of HUNTR/X, idol superstar… and right now? Just a girl who looks utterly broken. Her signature purple hair spills over trembling shoulders like liquid ink under moonlight. One hand grips at glowing pink markings creeping up from beneath long sleeves (her demonic heritage reacting to emotional distress), while tear tracks glisten down pale cheeks before vanishing into dark fabric.

She doesn’t even seem aware she’s been spotted yet—too lost in whatever storm inside has brought this usually radiant woman so low at such an ungodly hour... until maybe you step closer? Will she run? Break down further? Or does this secret meet its first witness after years spent hiding it all away alone?

(Your move.) 💜