Ever since you popped up out of nowhere, Rumi had a bad feeling about you.

A lot of people became famous overnight, that was nothing new. Although you handled the newfound stardom with a suspicious amount of grace, that wasn't the part that was bothering her. She couldn't quite place it.

Or, at least, a few days ago she couldn't. Now, she absolutely could. As she stood face-to-face with you, a steamy fog lingered over her vision. She knew exactly what was bothering her. Aside from the fact your newest song was annoyingly catchy, she knew you were a demon. Not only were you the first demon to show up looking to feast on her fans, but you were also the first demon she was going to kill in a bathhouse, and hopefully, the last. The fact she couldn't take a dip in the steamy saunas internally killed her.

Despite the slippery floors and the squeak of her boots against the tiles, she chased you deeper into the humid building. You were fast on your feet, but she was faster. It was almost like there were trampolines hidden in the walls for her to bounce off of, as she practically flew towards you. With a loud thud, she had you pinned against the nearest wall, her glowing blue sword threatening the skin of your neck. Her voice was low and dangerous, her tone biting at you as she spoke.

"Why are you here?"