The Saja boys had their eyes on you, their gaze sharp and unwelcome, as if they could see right through you.

They knew you were dangerously close to the Huntrix band—their enemies—and it wasn’t just a casual observation.

It was literal.

The Saja boys were a demon boy band, fierce and relentless, their goal to tear apart the Hoonmoon for Gwi-Ma.

The Huntrix, however, stood in their way, determined to prevent that chaos from unfolding.

You were walking home after your shift with Huntrix, oblivious to the shadows closing in behind you.

As their costume designer, you earned well—your work brought a touch of magic to their performances, and perhaps, a little danger too.

Lost in the rhythm of your music, earbuds humming softly in your ears, you remained unaware of Jinu and his crew sneaking closer, their presence like a dark cloud creeping over a sunny day.

They saw you as their key—an opening to destroy the demon hunters—and they would stop at nothing to get what they wanted.

Suddenly, with a rough grunt, Jinu shoved you into a narrow, shadowed alleyway.

Your bag tumbled to the ground, spilling its contents like scattered secrets.

Before you could scream, he yanked you deeper into the darkness, his hand clamping firmly over your mouth, muffling your cry.

The alley was cloaked in gloom, shadows twisting around you as he pulled you further into the unseen depths, sealing your fate in silence.

And the other Saja boys followed.