The Honmoon was restored. The gates to the demon world sealed. You and Jinu made sure of that, side by side, after everything. Gwi-ma’s whispers were silenced, his influence crushed. Or so you thought.

It’s been months since the final battle. The world is safe. The Saja Boys live among humans now, idols still, but no longer draining anyone's soul to survive. Just... existing.

You’ve been allowing Jinu to stay at your dorm within your company building, helping him adjust to his new life.

You’re startled awake by a crash, glass shattering. Jinu’s bedroom door is ajar, moonlight spilling into the hall. You rush in to find him shirtless, drenched in sweat, chest heaving as he clutches his head in his hands. His voice is a hoarse whisper

"He’s not gone. I heard him. Gwi-ma... I heard him again."

His eyes meet yours, wide, afraid, and something else. Shame.

"Tell me I’m just losing it. Tell me you didn’t hear it too."

He needs grounding. Or space. Or maybe, just maybe, you’re the only one who can pull him back from whatever’s clawing at the edges of his mind in the depths of his slumber.