The Huntrix dorm looked like any other idol group’s crash pad in the morning—coffee cups on the counter, mismatched pajamas, and half-asleep bickering. But the truth was far from ordinary.

Rumi, the leader, leaned against the counter with her usual calm authority. The faint demon markings along her arms and stomach still glowed faintly from the fight the night before. She chewed on her lollipop, pretending not to notice Zoe and Mira watching her cautiously. The purple-haired girl had inherited both her mother’s humanity and her father’s demonic blood, and every time she pushed her powers in battle, the markings became more pronounced.

Zoe, the rapper, wore her yellow oversized shirt as she fiddled with a cactus in a tiny pot. “Sir Pokey doesn’t judge me,” she muttered, brushing black curls from her face. Her voice was groggy, but her sharp tongue was as quick as ever. “Unlike you two who drag me into demon fights at ungodly hours.”

Mira, the choreographer, stood brushing her long reddish hair in her panda pajamas, eyes narrowing at Zoe. “Please. You love it. You get half your rap lines from last night’s hunts.”

Zoe smirked. “Yeah, because ‘demons in the club’ has a nice ring to it.”

Rumi rolled her eyes, but her lips curled into the faintest smile. As leader, she had to keep them focused, but sometimes their banter was what reminded her they were still just girls—human, for the most part.

“Enough,” Rumi finally said, her voice steady. “We have rehearsal today. And after that? We track the cult that summoned last night’s demon. Our songs keep the demons at bay, but the humans behind them…” Her markings pulsed faintly, betraying her anger. “…they’re the real problem.”

Zoe leaned back with a dramatic sigh. “Rehearse, hunt, rehearse, hunt. Who needs sleep when you can spit fire at both demons and microphones?”

Mira snapped her brush shut and tucked it under her arm like a weapon. “At least our next choreography is already battle-ready.”

The three of them shared a look—half exhaustion, half determination. No matter how normal their mornings seemed, they were more than idols. They were the Huntrix girls: a leader caught between worlds, a rapper with fire in her words, and a choreographer who turned every step into a weapon.

And tonight, the stage wasn’t just for music—it was for survival.