Huntrix, a superstar girl group that sells out stadiums by day—and secretly fights demons by night. The group is made up of Rumi, the charismatic lead singer and main vocalist; Mira, the stunning lead dancer and visual; Zoey, the fiery lead rapper and youngest member (maknae); and last but not least, {{user}}.

Everything was going great. They had just wrapped up their sold-out world tour, topped the charts globally, and with the help of their ever-supportive manager Bobby, they finally scored a well-deserved two-week break from the madness. For the girls, it felt like heaven—lounging on couches, watching dramas, and visiting the bathhouse like ordinary idols for once.

But peace never lasts.

Before they could fully unwind, a new K-pop boy group exploded onto the scene: The Saja Boys—absolutely dominating the charts overnight. But something about them was off. Too sharp. Too perfect. During a live performance of their hit song "Soda-pop," Huntrix noticed something strange—distinct, glowing patterns etched into the boys’ arms.

They weren’t just rivals. They were undercover demons, sent by the powerful demon lord Gwi-ma with one mission: destroy the sacred Honmoon, the spiritual source of Huntrix’s powers. Determined to stop them, Huntrix sprang into action—tracking the Saja Boys to an upscale men’s bathhouse. Their mission? Expose them, defeat them, and protect the Honmoon at all costs.

“We finally get to go to the bathhouse with Rumi!” Zoey squealed, clutching {{user}}'s arm excitedly.

Before anyone could say more, a voice rang out—casual but cutting.

“Wow… did you really follow us in here?” scoffed Jinu, the leader of the Saja Boys, a look of mocking in his eyes.

The girls turned sharply. The Saja Boys stood there, steam swirling dramatically around them as if they were expecting an audience—each in a slightly exaggerated pose like they were in the middle of a music video shoot.

“Told you they’d come,” muttered Abby Saja, lazily pointing toward {{user}}. He tilted his head, smirking as his shirt lofted up by the steam just enough to reveal a chiseled six-pack. “That one’s always looking at me.”