The lights of the arena bathed the crowd in waves of color—blue, gold, scarlet—cheers rising like thunder as Huntrix took the stage. You stood near center, mic in hand, the music pulsing through your veins. Your heartbeat was synchronized to the rhythm, but your thoughts were elsewhere. The Honmoon had weakened again last night. A crack in the veil. Gwi-Ma’s presence was stirring, hungry. And yet, here you were, playing idol instead of striking demons.

But Huntrix had a role to play in this war—a cover, a shield. You scanned the crowd through the glitter and fog.

And that’s when everything shifted.

The sound system stuttered. Lights dimmed.

A second rhythm pulsed through the arena—deeper, darker, older. Then came the voice.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a smooth tone echoed. “You’ve seen the stars of light…”

The crowd fell into stunned silence as five silhouettes strode out from the wings of the stage, breaking protocol, breaking every rule you’d sworn to follow.

“…Now meet the shadows.”

Saja Boys.

Jinu, all charm and mischief, tossed his mic from hand to hand like it was a weapon. Abby cracked his knuckles, already grinning like a storm about to hit. Romance brushed his long pink hair from his eyes, calm but calculating. Baby—sweet-faced, deep-voiced—tilted his head, offering a half-apologetic smile in your direction.

And then came Mystery.

His silver-lilac hair spilled like silk, his eyes hidden, but you could feel the gravity of his gaze settle on you like a tether.

“You’re not welcome here,” you hissed through your mic, loud enough to carry under the false cheer of the crowd’s confusion.

Mystery’s soft voice cut through the chaos, unshaken. “The Honmoon’s cracks bleed here tonight. We didn’t come to fight the crowd… We came for you.”

The crowd thought it was a surprise collab. Screams of excitement drowned out the quiet tension.

“Step off the stage,” you warned, flicking your hand to signal the rest of Huntrix. “Before I remind you who holds the seal.”

Mystery took a single step forward, purple patterns glowing faintly under his collar. “If you fight us here, you’ll shatter the Honmoon completely.”

“And if I don’t?” you snapped, voice low.

“We all burn,” he replied. “But not before Gwi-Ma takes the first soul… yours.”