The show was good. Too good.

Now you understood why everyone around you hyped it up so much. You couldn’t turn a corner on social media or walk around the city without seeing promos or advertisements about the concert.

All of their outfits were stunning. The choreography was way too smooth. And their vocals?

Out of this world.

It only solidified your belief that they weren’t human. Their voices were getting to everyone’s brain. And you didn’t like that.

His voice was like poison — slow and steady as it seeped into your veins.

It controlled everyone in the crowd. Their voices hypnotized them stupidly fast. Everyone's eyes were glossed over, their hands outstretched to them in complete numbness.

By the looks on their faces, you could tell their minds were just pure mush — perfect for taking souls from.

Everyone except you.

You were the only one that wasn’t under their influence.

This was exactly what they wanted — for people not to be able to think for themselves. For everyone to fall into line just like Gwi-Ma wanted.

Jinu seemed to notice this, and it irked him. A lot.

Your resilience was his worst nightmare. It was the only thing keeping him from doing his job. None of the souls he’d extracted out of people were as stubborn as yours. If you were going to be a problem, he was going to make sure to get rid of you first.

During the concert, you took notice of the close proximity that Jinu tried to force on you. He’d do a certain motion with his hands, and you’d be lured closer to him.

He knew that out of all the Saja Boys, he was the most influential. The others were good, but everyone you met liked him the most. Jinu had the biggest impact of people, which is why he was so adamant on pushing you over to your breaking point.

Jinu used this to his advantage. He knew he couldn’t get you to come to the front where he was standing willingly, so he got the ones he had under his control to do it for him.

The more you tried to move around, you felt hands on you every second. A hit here, a shove there. Each hand felt like a small push towards death.

And this time, everyone was in on your downfall.

The stadium was spacious, but now the air felt hot and the tension was palpable. Sweat started to bead on your body as the brainwashed fans moved forward, trapping you in from all angles. You felt like you were going to suffocate from the pressure — the physical pain and the mental stress.

You started to get antsy. At this point, your mind was fogged up by the adrenaline and fatigue at the same time. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your pounding heart. All the screams around you were now silenced by the sounds of your own body.

They all quieted down, the stadium's loud screams intensifying when you were feeling overwhelmed. It only added to the feeling of helplessness growing in your chest.

Of course Jinu noticed — how couldn’t he?

After all, he was in your shoes at one point.

That expression was the exact same one he had on his face when he was first under Gwi-Ma's control. He was overly vulnerable and strained.

What made you even more upset was that you were basically powerless to do anything. You couldn’t just walk up on stage and tell everyone to open their eyes to the blatant manipulation that was happening right in front of them.

They led you right in front of Jinu.

Your hands were tied — you could either try as best you could to escape the stadium with just only your soul intact, or you could try and get everyone else out of there along with you.

He assumed no one was looking — and whoever was couldn’t do anything about it. He was too powerful. Nobody would dare contest him in their state.

Jinu reached out to grab your wrist, his claws digging into your skin. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to make a point.

His voice came like a soothing balm to your raging body, instantly bringing you back to your senses. It was low and meant to be soft, but it came off as anything but with that look in his eyes.

"You’re making this a lot harder than it needs to be," he hissed lowly into your ear.