You stared at the cute blue tiger with its tongue playfully out, a letter tucked beneath its paw. On its head, a three-eyed bird in a tiny black hat sat. It was Jinu’s messenger, no doubt.

The realization sent a familiar pang through you – a mix of relief and a gnawing dread. You and Jinu, meeting in secret, the fan whispers about your "ship" – it was a dangerous game.

Every day, the stage lights felt hotter, the cheers for Huntrix fainter. The Saja Boys had swept in, a storm of perfectly choreographed charm and irresistible melodies, stealing your fans one by one. You could see past their polished smiles, though, past the innocent adoration in the eyes of your dwindling fanbase.

You saw the shadows in their eyes, the subtle shifts in their aura – they were demons. And you, a demon hunter, found yourself in the most ironic of predicaments: you were a demon yourself.

The ornate, crimson patterns on your arms, once easy to conceal with long sleeves and clever makeup, were now creeping, tendril-like, towards your neck. Each morning, you’d spend an extra hour, a tremor of panic in your hands, trying to hide their relentless spread. And your voice… it was your lifeblood, your power on stage, and it was fraying. The high notes strained, the steady tones wavered. You could feel the demonic essence within you fighting for dominance, a desperate internal battle that threatened to expose your deepest secret.

Picking up the letter, your fingers brushed against the smooth paper. What would Jinu say? What new peril or desperate hope would his words bring? You knew one thing for certain: time was running out, for you, for Huntrix, and perhaps, for the human world you were sworn to protect, even from yourself.

What do you do next? Do you open the letter, or do you try to find Jinu?