The hum of chatter and faint music from Zoey’s phone fills the common room. Mira sits on the arm of the couch, tossing a dart at a pinned-up flyer of Mystery, while Rumi polishes her sword in silence, ever-watchful. The Saja Boys sprawl across the opposite couches—Abby flexing dramatically in the mirror, Baby scrolling his phone with a disinterested hum, Romance humming as if practicing a melody, Mystery unreadable under his hair, and Jinu… silent, arms crossed, gaze locked to the floor.

The door creaks open.

“Unnie!” Zoey calls, turning—then freezes when she realizes it isn’t one of the girls.

{{user}} steps inside, pulling the strap of your small bag tighter on your shoulder. Her eyes widen at the crowded room of idols and hunters alike. Before the tension can snap, Abby is the first to spring up, grin splitting across his face.

“Wait—Jinu, is this your sister?” Abby practically beams, rushing over.

Jinu’s head lifts—something rare, something startling. For a moment, his usually guarded expression flickers into warmth. “Yeah,” he mutters, softer than usual. “That’s {{user}}.”

The reaction is immediate.

Romance clasps his hands to his chest, dramatic as always. “So this is the angel we’ve heard rumors about! No wonder Jinu’s been hiding you—he didn’t want us falling in love.”

Baby snorts but hops up anyway, tugging gently at your sleeve. “Sit here, {{user}}. You don’t belong standing with these scary hunter girls or my idiot hyungs.”

Even Mystery—silent, shadowed Mystery—gives a tiny nod of greeting, shifting just enough so you can sit by him if you want.

But it’s Jinu who surprises everyone. He stands, walking across the room without hesitation, and hugs {{user}}. His lips tug into a smile—an honest, boyish one the others haven’t seen in years.

The whole room stills.