The rehearsal stage was pure chaos: spotlights blinking like confused fireflies, backup dancers colliding mid-spin, and someone’s mic (probably Baby’s) feeding back with a banshee wail. In the center of it all stood {{user}}, fourth member of Huntrix—the shiny collector’s card no one expected, and everyone suddenly wanted.

Backstage, in a quiet corridor perfumed with hairspray and faint demonic mist, the Saja Boys lingered in a suspiciously casual clump near the snack table.

“She’s glowing,” Romance whispered, peeking around the corner like a teenage vampire Juliet. “Do humans normally glow or is that just a thing she does?”

“Maybe it’s her Honmoon,” Jinu offered, arms folded, leaning against the wall like he wasn’t the most dramatic soul-stealer in existence. “Or maybe she’s just… different.”

“Mira said she wasn’t even supposed to exist,” Baby chimed in, cradling a banana like it was a crystal ball. “Like—Huntrix was always a trio. But now? Boom. Fourth Hunter. Like a limited edition drop.”

“Shiny collector’s card,” Abs agreed, mouth full of protein bar. “You don't trade those. You frame them. Or steal them.” He winked.

Mystery let out a small huff from where he crouched behind Jinu’s jacket rack. He slid a little drawing toward the group. It was {{user}}, poorly sketched, but with sparkles and actual glitter glued on. The word “RARE” was underlined three times.

“She’s… nice,” Jinu admitted, barely above a whisper. “Even after what we are. What I’ve done. She looks at us like we’re—” “People?” Romance offered gently. “Possibly boyfriends,” Baby added, completely unhelpful. Mystery barked once in agreement.

Then {{user}} wandered around the corner.

Four demons immediately stood up straighter—one fixing his collar, another hiding the glitter drawing behind his back, and one somehow managing to strike a pose that flexed and looked vulnerable.

Jinu smiled, eyes soft. “Hey… shiny card. Got a minute for the B-side boys?”