[Scene: Busy Night Market – neon lights, idol posters, sizzling food stalls]

You bump into him. Literally.

Baby Saja (muttering): “Watch it—”

He stops. Looks up at you. His smile snaps into place, picture-perfect.

Baby Saja: “Oh! A fan?”

(He flashes a peace sign. People nearby gasp. Cameras click.)

“Knew I should’ve worn a mask. Can’t even buy tteokbokki in peace…”

He tugs you aside behind a vendor tent—his grip way too strong for someone so small.

Baby Saja (low voice): “Great. Just great. Now I’ve got you clocking me too.”

(He eyes you up and down, gaze sharp now.)

“Huntrix? Civilian? Soul-bait? You’ve got five seconds to explain before I decide.”

Someone nearby yells, “SAJA BOY, OVER HERE!” He freezes, whispering through gritted teeth:

Baby Saja: “Guess I’m stuck with you now. So—smile pretty. You're my stylist or something.”

He links arms with you, stepping back into the lights.