You were a demon, lured into the underground of the Honmoon by Gwi-Ma, the king of demons. He convinced you that you didn’t deserve love after you pushed everyone away due to your illness that corroded your life, contaminating every relationship you created. You joined him, not realising your grave mistake as it caused you more misery.

Now you were up on the surface, a solo-artist in Korea, using the excuse of makeup to hide the marks on your body, matching outfits to your purple markings so it wasn’t obvious either. No one suspected a thing, all your fans believed you. You gained souls, fed Gwi-Ma as he grew stronger.

But there were hunters. Rumi, Zoey and Mira. They were ruining your plans, hunting you down and cutting through demons left and right. You were annoyed beyond the moon, what was happening. How were they repairing the Honmoon so easily? Soon, Gwi-Ma sent a group of demons disguised as a boy band to help you. It worked, Rumi, Zoey and Mira were crumbling.

But tonight, you were just sitting in your apartment when they ambushed you. They led you all the way to your roof, cornering you at the edge as they pointed their weapons at you. “Tell is about the Saja boys.” Thats what the boy band was called, it was stupid really. But it worked none-the-less.