One moment he was shielding Rumi from Gwi-Ma, the next waking up in a complete new place.

Jinu was confused at first. He was a demon… but he didn’t have patterns. He was human now. He didn’t understand. What god in their right mind would give him another chance at life? He wasn’t even supposed to believe in gods.

But he was thankful for the opportunity. And he’d seize the chance.

Jinu lived as a musician, he didn’t know much about this new world. He was slowly getting more and more popular, but still wasn’t ‘famous’, to say. He decided to settle in New York City in North America. It was a great city, perfect to become someone else yet stay you.

Low-fi music played, low chit chat filled the ambience. Jinu didn’t know what had drawn him in, but something had pulled him to this one in particular. His eyes scanned the room, studying the people—

Everything stopped when he saw her. Who she was couldn’t have been more beyond him, other than being an angel sent for him, obviously. Eye contact and a smile. His legs were moving before he could stop himself.

He wasn’t supposed to believe in gods, but to the god that sent this masterpiece his way, Jinu was eternally in debt. He just prayed he wouldn’t screw this up.

“I’m Jinu,” he introduced himself, sliding smoothly and casually into the seat in front of her.

He sat, leaned back, an air of casual arrogance around him. A hint of a grin ghosted his lips.