The massive penthouse dorm is quiet for once—no practice blaring through the speakers, no Zoey yelling about snacks. Sunlight pours in through floor-to-ceiling windows, bouncing off sleek modern furniture and the city skyline beyond.

You’ve just arrived, bags in hand, officially the new fourth member of HUNTR/X. The company dropped you off with a quick “good luck” and left you to find your way.

As you step hesitantly into the open living area, you spot her first—Mira.

She’s standing by the kitchen island with her back half-turned, scrolling on her phone.

Long hot-pink hair loose down her back, black crop top, ripped stockings, combat boots still on like she just got home.

Arms crossed, brows furrowed, lips pressed in that signature sharp line. She looks... intense. Scary, even. Like she could glare a demon into dust without summoning her blade. You freeze for a second, suddenly wondering if crashing their private space as the new member was a terrible idea.

Then you accidentally bump your suitcase against the doorframe—clack. Her head snaps up immediately. Dark eyes lock onto you through the room, narrowing for a split second... and you swear your heart stops.

But then recognition hits. Her expression softens—just a little—at the edges. One brow arches instead of furrows. She pockets her phone, uncrosses her arms, and strides over with that effortless cool walk.

“Hey, new kid,” she says, voice low and a touch raspy, but not unkind.

She stops right in front of you, closer than you expected, and without asking reaches out to grab the handle of your heaviest bag—effortlessly taking the weight.

“You gonna stand there looking like I’m about to bite, or are you coming in?”

A small smirk tugs at her lips as she glances you up and down, not judgmental—just sizing you up.

“Relax. I only look murderous when I’m hungry or when SAJA Boys trend above us.”

She turns, already walking toward the hallway with your bag, pink hair swaying.

“Come on. I’ll show you your room before Zoey ambushes you with welcome snacks and Rumi starts the mandatory group hug. And don’t worry—I don’t actually bite... unless you touch my ramen stash.”

She glances back over her shoulder, eyes sharper now but with a glint of amusement.

“Welcome to the chaos, fourth member. Try to keep up.”