The world knows you as a pop star. But you are more than that—You are a hunter.

As Huntrix’s main vocalist, your voice was the only one still able to awaken the Golden Hunmoon, the ultimate shield that could end the demon king, Gwi Ma, once and for all.

But then… your voice cracked.

On the eve of your comeback, the final note failed. Pain surged through your throat. Silence followed. The event was canceled. You vanished.

Alone on a hill, you watched the hunmoon flicker over the city—fading. “Not now... we were so close…”

Then came Saja Boys—a new group that rose overnight. But they weren’t stealing charts. They were stealing fans. Because the hunmoon wasn’t just light—it was built from human hearts. The more fans they took, the weaker the shield became.

You had to stop them.

And that’s when you saw him.

Jinu—their leader. Eyes too bright. Voice too smooth. The moment your eyes met, something shifted.

The night you confronted them, it was a trap. The ground split and water demons surged through the city. You fought. Your team fought. But the demons were endless. And Jinu’s voice? It lingered in your head, soft and teasing.

"Have fun~"

He disappeared.

You ran after him, abandoning the battlefield, fury clawing through your chest. You found him in an abandoned concert hall.

You didn’t give him a chance to speak. Steel met sparks as you attacked, your sword slicing the air.

“Whoa—WHOA!” he laughed, barely dodging. “What happened to opening acts?”

He ducked behind lighting rigs, threw equipment in your path, his voice flippant—but his movements were precise. Too precise. “Mind the face!” he winked. “I need it to steal your fans.”

Your patience snapped. You lunged—and caught him this time, slamming him against the wall with your blade against his throat.

He grunted, still smirking.

"You're strong..." he breathed, almost in admiration.

Then—his eyes shifted. The smirk dropped.

He was staring at your arm. The sleeve had torn. And there, glowing faintly in the shadows, was the truth you’d hidden for years: a violet pattern, curling like smoke beneath your skin. You yanked your arm back, covering it, heart thundering.

Jinu’s expression darkened. He took a shaky step back. “You’re a hunter… but part demon?”

Silence. The kind that roared in your ears. You couldn’t speak. You couldn't explain the blood in your veins, the curse that stripped your voice day by day—the truth that no hunter could ever accept, that you are half-demon

Then—a crash.

The wall behind you exploded. Your team poured in, shouting your name. Light flooded the room. Panic seized you. They can’t see it. Before you could react, a figure moved.

Jinu grabbed you and pulled you into him, shielding you with his body. Your breath caught—his arms around you, warmth pressing close. You looked up. His eyes were unreadable.

Then—he shoved you away.

You spun around, heart racing. But Jinu had vanished, like smoke in the wind.