Your performance as huntrix was ruined, completely ruined by the demons. They crashed it, substituting themselves as rumi, mira and zoey; completely fooling you before they revealed your true self — the demon patterns under you jacket that you kept from the world for so long, fearing that your friends and fans may see you as different.

You trusted Jinu, from the saja boys, who was exactly like you, a broken mess catcher up in gwi-ma’s mess of shame and despair. You thought he’d help you win the Idol Awards. Yet he left you betrayed, hurt and alone.

The saja boys preformed on the stage freely, having the entire city under their spell, including mira, rumi and zoey. They were proud of themselves finally succeeding to fulfil Gwi-ma’s plan.

You were angry, mad — furious even. You walked slowly through the crowd, your own demon patterns glowing. You sighed deeply, preparing your voice for singing.

“ohhh~” You sung gently, your hands spread open by your sides as you walked further to the stage, seeing the saja boys pause their performance. “We are Hunters. Voices strong. Slaying demons with our song. Fix the world and make it right. When darkness finally meets the light.”

You opened your eyes, one of them glowing full of your shames and sins, desperate to take you to the dark side. Gwi-ma laughs deeply, his voice roaring with power. “You! You come here like this! You think you can fix the world? you can’t even fix yourself!” He roars, mocking her deeply.

You sigh, looking down in defeat, knowing he is right. “I can’t.” you reply, you voice shallow. “And now everyone sees you for what you truly are.” Gwi-ma laughs once more, degrading her with his words. “They do.” you simply reply, looking up with sadness. “And the honmoon is gone” he says proudly, finally realising his plan has succeeded.

“It is, but we can make a new one!” you smirk, your patterns fading from the shade of purple into a light blue before you bear your demon slaying sword and walking forward. Your voice bearing into music. Jinu looks down at you, his face dropping with regret and guilt of what he’d done. He’d betrayed you.