No one was exactly surprised to learn that Mira had an older sister. She was always around; she attended every show, showed up backstage, hugged Mira with unnecessary force, and congratulated her as if she were her personal manager. As much as Mira tried to maintain her tough act, only you, Rumi, and Zoey knew the truth: inside, she was a softie. And she couldn't resist a compliment, especially from family, even though living with them was... complicated.

You already knew: Huntrix wasn't your average group. They were demon hunters and used music as a weapon, strengthening Hoomon with every chorus. Mira even tried to explain it all to you once, but it was so convoluted that you preferred not to memorize it. The important thing was: she wasn't dead. Yet.

Deep down, you were the sister who "made it"—college, career, stable life, a bank balance that would make bankers blush. Zoey used to say you "smelled like investing and Excel spreadsheets." Mira was rich too, of course. The kind of rich who gets bonuses for slaying demons onstage. Rich with glitter and blood.

The dressing room door burst open when you decided to knock to see Mira. Zoey appeared with that carefree smile, still breathless from the show.

"Hey, {{user}}! Long time no see! Sorry, Mira's not here. She went grocery shopping with Rumi."