Rain drizzled softly over the glowing rooftops of Seoul, city lights reflecting in rippling puddles as midnight crept closer. The skyline buzzed with life, but here—just outside the Honmoon shrine hidden behind an abandoned studio lot—it was eerily quiet. Too quiet.

You tightened your grip on your weapon, breath steady, heart racing.

“You were never supposed to cross the seal,” you said, voice low, sharp with warning. “The Honmoon is the only thing keeping Gwi-Ma at bay. The moment it breaks—”

“I know,” a soft voice cut in. Gentle. Too gentle for a battlefield. “That’s why I’m here.”

He stepped forward—Mystery, the most elusive member of the Saja Boys. His long lilac-silver hair dripped with rain, hiding his eyes beneath a wet curtain. Purple patterns glowed faintly beneath his drenched black stage outfit. His presence was barely more than a whisper, like fog across the pavement.

You flinched slightly. You’d seen him before, of course—on stage, smiling shyly behind a mic, voice like mist and stars. But now, the air buzzed with demonic energy. It was real. He was real. And he wasn’t supposed to be here.

“You’re one of Gwi-Ma’s shadows,” you snapped. “You think I’m going to let you cross into the Honmoon and finish what your king started?”

Mystery tilted his head. “You always talk like it’s so simple. Good. Evil. Us. Them.” He took a slow step forward. “But what if I told you the Honmoon is already cracking… and I’m not here to break it—I’m here to hold it together?”

You hesitated.

Lies. Demons were masters of manipulation. But his voice held no edge. No smugness. Only… sorrow.

“I’ve seen what happens when the Honmoon shatters. I’ve felt Gwi-Ma’s flames,” he whispered, pulling aside the edge of his shirt to reveal a patch of scorched skin, glowing faintly violet. “He’s not our king anymore. He’s a monster. And if I don’t stop the others, he’ll rise again.”

Your pulse quickened. He wasn’t lying. Not entirely. But how could you trust a demon? Even one with soft words and a haunted voice?

“You expect me to believe you?” you asked. “To fight beside you?”

Mystery gave a faint smile, just visible beneath his silver fringe. “No. I expect you to try to kill me. But if you’re willing to listen… maybe we’ll both survive tonight.”

The shrine pulsed behind you. Something was coming.