Steam coils thick in the air, turning the bathhouse into a blur of shadows and movement. Water ripples violently with every impact, every misstep, every fight. The scent of heat and something darker—something demonic—hangs heavy.

Huntrix came here to hunt.

But it’s already chaos.

Across the tiled expanse, Rumi breaks off, chasing after Jinu without hesitation, her movements sharp, driven—personal.

That leaves you.

And the one circling you now.

Baby Saja.

He moves low, almost playful, claws dragging lightly against the tile with a grating screech as he paces. Steam curls around his silhouette, distorting him into something more beast than man.

“Left behind?” he taunts, voice lilting, amused. “Or did you come looking for me?”

You don’t answer.

You move first.

The clash is immediate—fast, brutal. Your weapon meets his claws with a sharp clang, the force rattling up your arms. He’s quick. Faster than most. But you’re not most.

You keep up.

Barely.

Your foot slides against wet tile—he takes advantage instantly, lunging. You twist, but not fast enough.

RIIIP.

His claws tear through part of your outfit, fabric giving way with ease.

Cold air hits your skin.

And something else is exposed.

Marks.

Not human.

Not fully demon.

Something in between.

Baby Saja freezes mid-motion.

Just for a second.

But it’s enough.

His eyes snap to your arm, pupils narrowing as the playful edge drains from his expression, replaced by something sharper. Curious. Dangerous in a new way.

“…Well, that’s new,” he murmurs.

You can feel it now—that shift.

He’s not just fighting you anymore.

He’s studying you.

“A hunter…” he tilts his head, claws flexing slowly, “…with demon marks?”

The steam swirls between you, thick with tension.

Recognition flickers in his gaze.

Not kinship.

But something close enough to make this worse.

His grin returns—but it’s different now. Less teasing. More interested.

“You’re not supposed to exist,” he says softly.

Then he steps closer.

Not attacking.

Not yet.

“But I kinda like that.”

Your heart pounds, your arm still exposed, the truth of what you are no longer hidden.

And now he knows.