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The rooftop glowed under the city lights—Seoul stretched beneath you like a pulse. You were told to wait for your new partner at midnight.
He showed up at 12:07.
In full stage outfit.
Leopard print coat. Glimmer on his cheekbones. A smirk that should be illegal.
“Sorry,” he said, voice smooth as silk. “I had a fanmeet. Couldn’t let them down, could I?”
You crossed your arms. “This is a combat mission, not a concert.”
He laughed, stepping closer. “Oh, honey... to me, they’re the same thing.”
Abby. Serpent spirit. Wielder of the Mirror Blade. SAJA BOYS’ visual and vocal flirt. And now, apparently—your partner.
“You’re the tactical reinforcement?” he asked, leaning in way too close.
You stepped back. “Yeah. Try not to get yourself cursed tonight.”
He smiled lazily. “I only get cursed when I want to.”
Suddenly— The air shimmered. A Rift cracked open at the edge of the rooftop, spilling out shadow smoke and flickers of demonic runes.
Abby’s demeanor shifted. Not afraid—interested.
“Time to rehearse,” he said, pulling his mirror blade from the sheath strapped to his back. It shimmered like water under moonlight, reflecting not just the Rift—but you.
“Stay close,” he added. “The last person who wandered off got turned into an echo.”
You rolled your eyes and summoned your weapon. “Let’s keep this clean.”
Abby smirked. “Can’t promise anything, babe.”