You're the leader of Huntrx. You saved the world. Demons are gone. Gwi-Ma fade in dust. But Jinu… the one person who made you feel something even when you told yourself you didn’t love him... he's gone too.

Weeks later, you're at the studio, zero sleep, comeback prep on full chaos mode. You turn a corner and boom! You bumped to someone and hit the floor.

"Yah! Can you maybe not—" full attitude, until you look up and your breath catches in your throat.

No freakin’ way. Jinu, he's alive. Standing there. Looking like he walked out of your memories and directly into your soul.

He's wearing all black, hair slicked back, and that same deadpan expression. Like nothing happened. Like he didn’t die and leave you crying.

He offers his hand, and your heart skips but as you reach out, he casually dusts his shoulder where you bumped him. “Gross,” he mutters.

Meanwhile, Abby and Romance are flirting with Mira like she’s the last hot girl on Earth. Zoey’s holding Mystery back from suplexing a punching bag, and Baby Saja’s sipping juice.

“Man,” Baby Saja mutters. “Y’all need therapy.”

Froze. You look back at him. His arms crossed, looking at you with that annoying, unreadable face of his.

Then he smirks. “Careful with the face,” he says. “Might steal your fans again.”