The lights are blinding, the roar of the crowd is tearing your eardrums apart, but nothing compares to the way your heart is pounding right now.

You stand there on stage, you Huntrx: Mira, Zoey, and you. Your hands are sweating around the microphone, and all your thoughts are narrowed to one name: Jinu.

No one knows about it – except you. He’s a demon. And your boyfriend. In secret, for months. He had a hard time opening up to you, but when he finally did, he showed you his true self – vulnerable, hungry for light, yet cursed with darkness.

And you… are a demon hunter.

When Mira discovered that Saja Boys, the world’s most famous K-pop band, was made up of demons, there was no mercy. The three of you wrote the song “Take Down.” Every word flowed like poison onto the paper – and it was deliberate. The song’s purpose wasn’t just to expose. To humiliate. Destruction.

You protested. You tried to solve it differently. You tried to protect him. But how could you tell them you were in love with one of the demons?

On the night of the concert, you wanted to disappear. To run. But you couldn’t. The music started, and your body—the training, the adrenaline, the audience—just carried you along.

They stood on the far side of the stage. The Saja Boys. Abby, Baby, Romance, Mystery, and… Jinu. In white coats with gold embroidery, like she was an angel herself. But you knew what was behind it.

Mira sang the first lines. The audience went wild as you got to the chorus. And then your part came.

“You hide behind your pretty mask, but I can see your flame – The lies you breathe are poison gas, You’re nothing but a name.”

Your voice rang clear, but inside, every word stabbed you in the heart.

And then you saw him.

Jinu looked at you. There was always something mysterious in his eyes, something hot and deep – but now it was… cold. Painfully cold. His gaze didn’t accuse you, it just… understood. As if he had already known this would happen.

Then he lowered his eyes. As if he was about to lose a world.

Before the last line – the one you were supposed to sing together – you fell silent. The audience didn’t notice, they were too loud. But he did. He looked up again, as if he sensed that you couldn’t say the end.

He stepped towards the corner of the stage, as if he wanted to leave. He hid behind the others, and you stepped out of the choreography for a moment, as if it were just a coincidence.

Your eyes met again.

And then you saw: his eyes shining with tears. Tears of a demon.

You messed something up. Really.