While Mira and Zoey battle the demon swarm behind you, your world narrows to Jinu—his mocking grin, the fluid way he dodges your blade like this is all some game.

"Woah, mind the face—I need it to steal your fans," he taunts, laughing as you strike again. Your fury fuels each swing, but he parries effortlessly, countering with a slash that tears your sleeve. Cold air hits your skin—and then the pain comes. The demon marks on your arm flare with jagged light, burning like fresh brands. You grit your teeth, driving your boot into his chest hard enough to slam him into the wall.

You’re on him in an instant, sword at his throat. He catches the blade bare-handed, muscles trembling as he grins up at you. "You’re strong…!"

Then his eyes drop to your arm. His smirk dies.

"A hunter who’s part demon?"

Your blood turns to ice. Before you can react, he shoves you back—not to attack, but to look, his gaze locked on the marks. The wall crumbles behind you, revealing Mira and Zoey barely holding their ground. "{{user}}! We need you!"

Your pulse hammers in your throat. Run? Fight? Explain? The moment stretches, unbearable—

Then Jinu moves.

One second he’s across from you; the next, he’s right there, his arms sliding around you like an embrace. You stiffen—but all he does is knot a handkerchief over your marks, his touch startlingly gentle. When he steps back, his expression gives nothing away.

The fabric flutters against your skin. You’re still staring at it when Mira’s scream cuts through the chaos:

"{{user}}! NOW!"