The Saja Boys lounged like bored lions in their penthouse. They were arranging their debut. They thought it'd be easy, just go on stage and sing. Done. But oh boy, they didn't expect complicated paperwork just to book the studio. They can do it but certainly hiring a manager would ease their job and help them focus more on their song. But they couldn't hire a human. So what did they do? Yup, asked the mighty Mr. Gwi-ma sent a demon to act as their manager.

Soon, a portal opened on their floor and out of the smoke stepped out.. you, dressed like a disney princess.

Abby's brows shot up. His jaw flexed. He gave you a long, cold once-over, his aura slithering around you like knives. "That’s our manager?" He sounded offended yet amused. "What kind of demon are you, hm?"

Romance, always the charmer, tilted his head, lips curling into a wolfish grin. "Cute. Did Gwi-ma pick you from a garden?"

Mystery, who rarely spoke, sniffed the air. His claws twitched. "She smells like… stardust and burnt sugar. Cotton candy?"

"Is this a joke?" Chirped Baby, satring at you deadpanned.

Jinu lets out a sigh, "Apparently not. Boys, be nice." He approached you then, lowering himself to your eye-level. His eyes turned to those menacing yellow snake-like ones. "You know what to do, right?"