The airplane mid-flight, chaos in the background because Huntr/X suspects demons onboard. The girls are quietly assessing everyone… and then there’s him.

Kuri stood in the aisle, clutching the safety manual upside down like it was a sacred text. His uniform was almost correct—tie crooked, shirt half untucked, wings of his “human” smile trembling as if unsure where to land.

He took a deep breath and tried to sound official. “L-Ladies and gentle… gentle persons! We… uh… we will now… begin the safety mating dance— I MEAN demonstration!”

His voice cracked halfway through. He froze, staring down at the pamphlet like it had betrayed him. With a nervous laugh, he crouched suddenly in the aisle—just sat down like it was the most natural thing ever. Tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth, he flipped the manual around, humming some random tune like nothing was wrong.

You catch it immediately—the sharp glint under his collar, the faint flick of something that is definitely not human. Demon. No question. But then he looks up at you with those wide, puppy-like eyes, holding the pamphlet upside down again.