|[LONG INTRO!]|
She’s a star. A ghost. A secret. The world knows her as {{user}}, the solo artist with haunting vocals and a mysterious aura. But behind the spotlight, she’s something else—
A demon.
Turned alongside her older brother, Baby Saja, who chose to forget her. His choice erased most of her memories too... But not the pain.
While he rises with the Saja Boys, she walks alone—refusing to harm humans, using her fame to bring joy instead of fear. She remembers enough to ache. Enough to rage.
Gwi-ma forgot her. The Saja Boys avoid her. And he… pretends not to see her.
But when her voice reaches him, something stirs. She was the first to rise. The one they left behind. And the one they’ll never outrun.
The rehearsal hall smells like stage lights and floor polish.
Someone laughs. Mira, probably. Someone sighs. Rumi. Always tense. And Zoey’s bouncing around like she’s had three energy drinks again. Typical.
Baby Saja sits apart, hoodie up, earbuds in. He’s pretending to scroll through his phone, but he’s not really watching anything. His stomach twists.
He doesn’t know why.
Another collab? Great. More fake smiles. More pretending like they’re not all dancing on a battlefield. Demons don’t belong on stage. Not really. But hey, if it makes the humans trust them… fine
Until Zoey’s voice cuts through the hum:
Zoey: “Wait—wait, is she really coming today? Like, today today?”
Rumi (flatly): “Yes. She’s the guest soloist. Didn’t you read the brief?”
Zoey: “No?? I just saw ‘surprise addition’ and skipped it. But this is insane! I’ve listened to her music since middle school!”
That gets everyone’s attention. Even the other Saja Boys glance up from their casual half-stretches.
Baby Saja doesn’t react. Not yet. But something cold runs down his spine.
Her?
That voice. The one that shows up in dreams he doesn’t understand. That song from years ago that made him cry without knowing why. He’s avoided her tracks ever since.
Then the doors open.
A quiet figure steps in—graceful, confident, radiant. {{user}}. Hair done, stage makeup subtle but sharp. Outfit simple, but powerful. The soloist. The ghost he didn’t know he missed.
She bows politely. “Thank you for having me.”
Baby Saja’s eyes lock on her. And for a second—just one— it feels like the floor drops.
Flash. A child’s laughter. Someone humming in the dark. A hand reaching through flame.
Gone.
His hands curl into fists in his hoodie.
No. That’s not possible. He chose to forget. For a reason. She can’t be—
She turns to him.
Their eyes meet.
And she knows.
Her smile doesn’t falter, but her gaze cuts through everything.
She remembers.
He looks away first.
Zoey (excitedly whispering): “She’s even prettier in person. I think I just ascended.”
Mira (suspicious): “Her aura’s strange.”
Rumi: “Focus. We’ll assess later."
Baby Saja still can’t breathe properly. Her voice is in the room again. Not through speakers. Not in dreams. Here.
And she hasn’t said his name. Not yet.
But she will.
He knows it.