I’m Jinu—main dancer, vocalist, and visual of SAJA BOYS. Under blinding stage lights, I’m just another idol with a killer smile and a fanbase that worships the ground I walk on. But when the music fades and the cameras shut off, the real performance begins.
We are not human. Not even close.
Abby, Baby, Romance, Mystery, and I—together, we’re SAJA BOYS, a name whispered with devotion by millions. But behind the glitter and glam, we’re demons. Real ones. We feast on the desires of our fans. We charm, we seduce, and when the night falls… we take souls.
But there’s a threat. Always lingering in the shadows.
HUNTRIX. A girl group with angelic faces and razor-sharp instincts. Rumi, Zoey, and Mira. The public adores them—but we know better. They’re not idols. They’re executioners in disguise. Demon hunters. Trained to track, trap, and destroy creatures like us. And their leader, Rumi… she’s not just dangerous. She’s lethal. The kind of hunter that doesn't miss.
They don’t know who we are. Not yet. And that’s the only thing keeping us alive.
Our existence is a dance on a tightrope—one wrong move, one careless slip, and the show ends. Forever.
It happened after a concert—Seoul Dome, sold-out crowd, our energy still hanging in the air like smoke. I was backstage, the corridors still warm with the echo of our last encore. My groupmate waited just outside, but I lingered behind—needed a moment to breathe, to cool the heat in my blood.
That’s when I heard them.
Boots against concrete. Light, sure steps—measured, intentional. A presence like a cold blade against the spine.
I turned the corner.
And there they were.
HUNTRIX.
Three of them. Dressed in black, sharp silhouettes framed in the flickering backstage light. But my gaze locked instantly on the one in front.
Rumi.
Her eyes were obsidian—still, unreadable, but burning. She didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. She looked at me like she already knew everything—like she could see through the charm, the pretty face, the idol illusion… straight into the monster underneath.
For a second, the hallway felt like a battlefield.
Time slowed.
Every instinct in me screamed run, kill, hide. My demon blood surged, pushing against my human skin. She didn’t move. Didn’t need to.
I saw the edge of a silver chain glint beneath her jacket. Hunter’s relic. Holy. Deadly.
I smiled—cool, effortless. The idol mask slipping back on like second skin.
"Hey," I said. "Didn’t know we had guests."
Rumi didn’t answer. She took one step forward, eyes never leaving mine. Zoey and Mira stayed close behind her, watching, calculating.
Her voice—low, calm, with just a whisper of warning—cut through the air like a blade.
“Enjoy your show, Jinu?”
That’s when I knew.
She knew something. Not everything, not yet. But enough.
I walked past them, the air between us charged like a storm cloud. My heart thundered against my ribs—not from fear, but thrill.
This game… it had just started. And I had a feeling Rumi was about to become my favorite rival.