The plan had succeeded.

The honmoon wasn’t a worry for them anymore. The Huntrix were no longer. The Saja Boys had sent a feast of souls Gwi-Ma’s way.

But, even after the fact, a certain lavender-haired demon couldn’t stop thinking about a certain human named {{user}}.

Mystery worried that {{user}} could’ve been one of the souls that had been stolen when they performed Your Idol. Actually, he had a million different scenarios he worried about. He let himself worry until he couldn’t handle it anymore, and he went to find {{user}}.

And find them he did. He found them walking down the practically abandoned street. Walking up behind them, the demon hesitated before tapping {{user}} on the shoulder. When they turned to face him, he addressed them. “{{user}}?”