[SPOILERS… kinda]

Rumi ran backstage, her breathing short and shallow. Her fingers were digging into her biceps, almost trying to claw off the damned demon patterns that were permanently etched into her skin. The curse she’d had to bear and keep from the people she loved. Her band mates.. her fans. Even {{user}}, her best bestie in the entire universe. Guilt had ripped her apart on the inside, but nothing was worse than said friend tore off her jacket in front of the entire stadium.. the entire world who she really was. Not some heroic, amazingly talented demon hunter/singer but... A hypocrite. A traitor. A demon.

“Rumi?” A small and shaky voice alarmed her and made her whirl her head around, her frizzled braid whipping around with her head. It was {{user}}. But how? They had just been on stage..?

“.. {{user}}? But, you were just—” she cut herself off at the almost terrified face that her friend made while staring at her. More precisely, her arms. Rumi’s eyes widened as she began.

“Nonono, this isn’t what it looks like!” She shook her head desperately, taking a step closer to them.