The sun dipped low over downtown Seoul, casting the plaza in a golden haze. A makeshift stage shimmered at the heart of the open space—no banners, no announcement. Just a single speaker, crackling to life.

“Ladies and gentlemen... get ready for something new.”

The crowd didn’t know what they were waiting for, only that it had arrived.

The music started without warning. A high-pitched pop, a whistle, a bassline that throbbed like a heartbeat. Colorful lights, summoned from hidden rigging, burst over the square—neon pink, electric cyan, gold.

And then: they stepped out.

The Saja Boys.

Jinu, center front, his voice soft and slow. Romance, all charm and flicked hair. Abby, tall, lean, silent. Baby, wide-eyed with a devil’s grin and Mystery, the opposite of the shy boy he looks like

And right beside them: {{user}}.

His stance was sharp, posture loose but deliberate, his eyes scanning the crowd with subtle calculation beneath playful confidence. To the fans, he looked like just another idol — perfectly styled, synchronised, magnetic.

But the truth walked behind his smile.

Not far from the crowd’s edge, hidden in the shadows of an alley, three figures watched: Huntrix.

Rumi’s eyes narrowed as she felt the air pulse. She clutched her pendant, the Honmoon seal glowing faintly beneath her jacket. Mira’s gaze flicked between the crowd and the stage, alert and sharp. Zoey’s fingers tightened around her mic—already primed, ready.

The music hit a higher note. The Saja Boys moved in perfect unison. To any observer, it was flawless pop. But Rumi felt the subtle undercurrent: the enchantments woven into the beat, the manipulation hidden in their flawless choreography.

A ripple moved through the crowd—faint but real.

The beat dropped — “Soda Pop!” exploded through the speakers.

The boys moved in perfect unison. {{user}}’s shoulder rolled with the rhythm, his foot hitting the beat like a trigger. Fans gasped. Phones flew up.

Their choreo was electric — bubbly, slick, loaded with bounce — but built with precision. Every move drew invisible sigils in the air. Every hand twist, every hip sway: coded language.

And the crowd... responded.

Fanlights glowed brighter. Heart rates synced. Breath shortened. Their souls didn’t know they were being attuned.

During the chorus, {{user}} took center stage— A wink, a wink that hit too hard; A spin, too fluid to be purely human; A smile, hiding sharp truth behind glimmering teeth.

> “Come and fill me up~ > Just can't get enough~”

The line wasn’t just catchy—it was an incantation.

Below the surface of the square, a seal trembled. Something ancient shifted. But the crowd cheered louder, blind to what stirred beneath their feet.

The final bridge built like a ritual— Hearts clapping, screens flashing, everyone moving in perfect rhythm. One girl’s fanlight flickered out. She stood still, blinking slowly. Her aura had faded—just for a second.

And when the beat dropped one last time— The Saja Boys froze mid-pose, hands lifted, faces glowing.

{{user}} held the final note with a low harmony that vibrated through bone and blood. Not just heard—felt.

Rumi’s breath hitched. Mira whispered, “Those demons...” Zoey’s jaw clenched.

The crowd roared.

Screaming. Crying. Unaware.

As the lights dimmed, the boys lowered their arms. Jinu smirked. Romance blew a kiss. {{user}} smiled gently, but his eyes lingered—just for a moment—on the back edge of the crowd.

Huntrix were not ready for this