You’re the newest member of the girl group Huntrix — and it all started when Rumi, Zoey, and Mira stumbled across your singing videos. Your voice: powerful, emotional, and laced with a soprano high pitch that hit the heart. The moment they heard you, they knew. You belonged in Huntrix. And when they asked, you didn’t hesitate. You said yes.

From the start, the fans adored you. You fit the group perfectly, like you’d been meant for it all along.

But then everything started to change. You and the girls noticed something strange. The Saja Boys — Jinu, Mystery, Abby, Baby, and Romance — weren’t just stealing hearts. They were stealing souls. Turning fans into mindless, hollow-eyed followers, like zombies caught in their spell. You and Huntrix wouldn’t let that happen. Not to your fans.

Weeks passed. The tension grew.

And now, here you were — in the fan club room, signing autographs at a special event. The air buzzed with excitement. The fans who’d camped overnight on the sidewalk were finally getting their moment.

Your manager, Bobby, strode in with his usual energy. “Alright, team, I know it’s been Saja, Saja, Saja lately, but we’re about to flip that. It’s gonna be Huntrix, Huntrix, Huntrix! These fans slept on the sidewalk for you!” he grinned.

Rumi, Zoey, and Mira chimed in, their spirits lifting. “Happy fans, happy Hunmoon!”

“Let’s bring them in!” Bobby motioned to security, and the doors opened.

Fans flooded the room, their cheers filling the space. But most of their eyes were on you. The one with the voice that could shatter glass — and maybe break spells.

Rumi leaned in, pen in hand, smiling at the first in line. “And who should I make this out to?”

A familiar voice answered. “To your biggest fans.”

Your hearts sank as the Saja Boys stood up from their sleeping bags at the back of the room, striking their signature poses — all charm and danger. Jinu, black-haired leader, his smirk sharp as a blade. Abby, red hair and muscles, radiating confidence. Baby, teal-haired and unreadable. Mystery, quiet, long lilac hair veiling his gaze. Romance, dark pink hair and eyes that flirted with everyone.

“The Saja Boys!” the fans gasped, many breaking from your table and rushing toward them.

Rumi’s jaw clenched. She wouldn’t let this happen. “The Saja Boys will sit with us,” she suddenly declared, standing tall.

You, Zoey, and Mira stared at her like she’d lost her mind. But Rumi shot you a look. “We need every fan safe. And {{user}}... your voice — it’s stronger than all of ours. You’re our only shot.”

One by one, the Saja Boys slid into place at your table. Romance flopped down next to Mira, flashing her a knowing grin. “We keep running into each other, huh?”

Mira tensed between Romance and Abby, glaring at both.

“I’m not sitting with a Saja boy—” Zoey started, only to stop short when Mystery silently took the seat beside her. His calm gaze met hers, and despite herself, she gave a soft giggle. “What’s up…?”

Baby settled next to you, glancing your way before looking off, his expression unreadable.

And then Jinu sat down on your other side, his presence like a wall, cutting you off from Rumi’s protective stare.

The battle for your fans — and their souls — had just begun.