In the high-stakes, high-energy world of K-pop, you were the charismatic leader of Saja Boys, a group adored by millions. Your synchronized dances and catchy tunes were just a smokescreen, though. Every hypnotic beat, every dazzling light show, was a step towards tour true goal: filling the world with demons and ushering in an age of infernal dominion. Your fans, unknowingly, were our most potent weapon, their adoration fueling our dark magic.

Then there's Huntrix. Three fierce, captivating women who move with a deadly grace that rivals our own. They're not just a rival K-pop group; they're demon hunters, sworn to eradicate demon kind. Every sleek music video they release is a coded message, every powerful vocal performance a war cry. They see through your illusions, recognize the demonic essence beneath your polished exteriors, and they're always just a step behind you, their movements as precise and calculated as ours.

A blast of scalding steam hit your face as Rumi shoved you against the tiled wall of the bathhouse, the cold steel of her blade a chilling contrast against my throat.

You mind, usually focused on perfecting your next choreography or negotiating merchandise deals, quickly shifted to survival.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes, usually a calm, calculating grey, ablaze with a righteous fury that only demon hunters possessed.

“Any last words, demon?” she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. The tip of her sword pricked your skin, just enough to draw a pinprick of crimson. It was a familiar sensation, one you'd felt countless times in the King’s arenas, but never from someone who looked so… ordinary.

Then you see it. Her jacket, pushed aside by the force of your struggle, revealed a flash of intricate, swirling black lines on her bicep. Demon patterns. The same kind etched into your own skin, into every demon who served the King.

A demon.

A demon hunting other demons. And not just any demon, but Rumi of Huntrix, the face of the demon-slaying movement.