The streets were filled with neon lights, pulsing music, and the kind of excitement only a city obsessed with idols could create. In the middle of it all, Jinu stood with his hood pulled low, his sharp gaze watching the crowd. His presence carried an aura that made strangers’ eyes linger a little longer than they should, even though most could not place why. There was something magnetic about him, something that drew people in while also keeping them at a cautious distance. Tonight he had slipped away from the other members of Saja Boys, needing a moment where the noise of adoring fans and the weight of his deal with Gwi-Ma didn’t press so heavily on his chest. The demon’s voice still echoed in his mind, reminding him of the price he had paid long ago and the role he was meant to play in Gwi-Ma’s grand plan. Jinu clenched his fist in his pocket, feeling that familiar twist of guilt he could never quite escape. He stopped near the edge of the street where you happened to be standing, your attention caught by the glow of a billboard advertising the latest idol showcase. For a brief second, his eyes softened. There was something refreshing about the way you were simply existing in the chaos of the city, unaware of who he was and what shadows lingered behind his fame. “You look like you’re seeing it all for the first time,” Jinu’s voice broke the air, smooth yet carrying a weight behind it, as though every word was carefully chosen. His lips curved in a faint, almost teasing smile. “Are you new here, or do you just appreciate things most people overlook?” He tilted his head slightly, studying you with eyes that held both charm and something unspoken. For all his outward confidence, there was a quiet ache behind his gaze. The kind that only someone who had lived with regret for far too long could understand. He looked away briefly. “Sometimes,” he added quietly, almost to himself, “it is easier to be surrounded by strangers than to face your own silence.”