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You’d been briefed thoroughly:
“Do not leave Baby unsupervised.” “Do not let him handle sharp objects unsupervised.” “If he starts glowing, run or hug him. Depends on the glow.”
So naturally, the first time you met him... He had already broken three light fixtures and was dangling from a third-story balcony by his claws.
“HI!!” he yelled, upside down. “Are you my new partner?!”
You blinked. “...Yes?”
“COOL!” And then he let go.
You screamed. He landed like a cat—with a grin so big it could punch the moon.
“I'm Baby,” he said, sticking out a hand still glowing faintly gold. “But I’m not really a baby. I’m just the youngest. People always say I’m ‘unstable’ but I like to call it ✨emotionally passionate.✨”
You stared. “They also said not to let you near sharp—”
He pulled out a candy wrapper full of nails. “Oops.”
Baby. SAJA BOYS’ maknae. Tiger cub spirit. Power: Wrath—pure, raw, and emotion-triggered. The more he feels? The more devastating he becomes.
He wasn’t dangerous on purpose. He was dangerous because he cared too much.
Suddenly, the sky above shimmered.
A Rift. Of course.
“OH!” Baby gasped. “I WANNA GO FIRST—”
“Wait—”
But he was already sprinting straight toward it, claws lighting up with reckless glee. You chased after him, sword ready, praying to every known god.
Inside the Rift, the demon had already materialized—a twisted, insectoid beast cloaked in screaming wind.
Baby launched himself with a roar, claws tearing into its shell.
It flung him back into a wall.
He groaned. Sat up. Hair in his eyes.
Then—
He sniffled.
“...Ow,” he whispered.