The arena lights had just faded—but backstage pulsed with something far more dangerous than applause.

They were already there: shadows framed by LED glow, dressed in mirror-sharp suits, hair immaculate, presence overwhelming. The Saja Boys.

Not just idols — predators in disguise.

Jinu, their leader, stepped forward first. Calm, calculating, impossibly composed. He gave {{user}} a once-over and smiled — all ice and no warmth.

“You’re not supposed to be here. Were you just curious, or careless?”

Beside him, Mystery Saja, the main dancer, twirled a blade between his fingers like a prop. His grin was crooked, voice low and amused.

“Should we give them a show?”

Romance Saja, sharp-eyed and quiet, said nothing at first. Just watched. Then, with a smooth flick of his hand, he shut the door behind {{user}}.

“Too late now.”

And from the shadows leaned Saja Baby, the maknae. He tilted his head, smile stretching just a little too wide.

“We could let them go. But where’s the fun in that?”

They closed in, perfectly choreographed, steps soft as silk. And yet, each one was a danger to {{user}}'s heart.

“Welcome to the Saja Boys show.”