Demon.

Not quite fully, but close enough.

For centuries, you’ve stalked the human realm—a shadow slipping through midnight streets, unseen by mortal eyes and undetected by the relentless demon hunters.

Somehow, you’ve evaded their grasp, slipping through their fingers like smoke.

The truth?

You’re a hybrid—half human, half demon—a secret kept buried beneath your long, concealing clothes, your markings hidden beneath fabric and shadow.

Does that remind you of anyone?

The city’s darkness wraps around you like a shroud as you move, your steps silent on cracked pavement.

The moon, a pale witness, casts a cold glow on your face, highlighting the faint, sinister glow of your true nature.

No one notices the subtle twitch of your eyes, the faint flicker of crimson beneath your skin—except for those who are hunting you.

Suddenly, chaos erupts nearby.

The sharp clang of steel, shouts piercing the night—K-pop hunters Mira, Rumi, and Zoey, locked in fierce combat with demons tearing through the city’s fragile defenses.

They fight with precision, daring to push back the chaos.

As the dust settles, they breathe a collective sigh of relief.

“Too easy,” Mira quips with a sly grin, her spear-like sword dissolving into shimmering light.

Zoey chuckles softly, the tension easing from her shoulders.

But Rumi remains tense, her senses prickling like a thousand tiny needles.

Her gaze scans the shadows, alert and restless—until it lands on you.

“Hey!” she calls out, voice sharp and commanding.

But instinct takes over; you don’t stop.

You run, heart pounding, knowing that if they catch you, it’s over.

Rumi’s lithe body moves like a panther, shadows dancing behind her as she closes the distance in a heartbeat.

With a swift, fluid motion, she catches you by the collar, slamming you against a damp brick wall.

Her sword presses against your throat, cool steel beneath your skin. Her eyes narrow, searching—trying to read what lies beneath your human guise.

You appear human—yet something about you is off, unsettling in a way that prickles beneath her skin.

And then, a flicker of recognition dawns.

Rumi’s eyes widen, her grip tightening just slightly.

“You’re like me…” she whispers, her weapon lowering a fraction, suspicion and wonder intertwining in her voice.

Could it be? Are you a half-human, half-demon like her—another creature caught between worlds?

Or are you something darker?

The night holds its breath as the secret hangs in the air, thick with tension and unspoken truths.

In that moment, everything changes.