The crowd’s cheers were deafening as the Saja Boys ruled the stage with “Your Idol.” You knew this performance well—it was supposed to be unstoppable. But then the lights flickered, the music halted, and confusion spread like wildfire. The boys exchanged looks, unsettled.

Then—green smoke curled along the stage floor, creeping toward the audience. Gasps and screams echoed as strange harmonies filled the air, weaving themselves around the silence.

Adagio’s smirk gleamed in the shadows. Aria crossed her arms, eyes glowing, while Sonata twirled playfully. You stood with them, feeling the surge of Siren magic blend with your demonic aura.

This was no longer the Saja Boys’ concert.

It was your revenge.