YOU REPLACE ZOEY

Years of being in HUNTR/X with your best friends Mira and Rumi had given you plenty of experience. You’d faced more than your fair share of demonic threats, and you truly believed nothing could surprise you anymore. You were wrong.

Everything changed the moment the Saja Boys entered the picture.

They weren’t just any boy band—they were a demon boy band, flashy and charismatic with a fanbase that rivaled your own. But their popularity wasn’t harmless; they were seducing your audience, draining your fans’ energy, and harvesting souls in the name of the demon king, Gwi-Ma.

It should’ve been simple. They were demons. You were demon hunters. How hard could it be?

Turns out—very.

There were five of them. Only three of you. And to make things worse, they didn’t fight with claws or hellfire—they fought with charm.

Romance and Abs—their stage names, obviously—gravitated toward Mira like lovesick puppies, both trying to sweep her off her feet. Jinu, all effortless smiles and quiet confidence, was drawn to Rumi like it was written in the stars. That left you with Mystery and Baby.

Mystery, despite his ominous name, was oddly obedient—almost like a dog. For reasons beyond your understanding, he hung on your every word, as if programmed to please you. Baby, on the other hand, was the exact opposite: aloof, sarcastic, and insufferably stubborn. While Mystery basked in your praise and affection, Baby lingered nearby, saying little. A scoff here. An eye roll there. But never straying too far.

Then one day, everything shifted.

You had just finished complimenting Mystery for fetching you a water bottle, teasingly adding a “Sit,” when he stopped in front of you. Without hesitation, he obeyed, lowering himself to the floor like an eager puppy.

But so did Baby.

He had been walking past you at the time—and dropped to the ground just as Mystery did.

Confused, you stared. He didn’t listen to anyone. Ever. So why now?

There he sat, awkwardly on the floor, a brand new water bottle clutched in his hands as if he had gone to get you one too. He fidgeted with the cap, his usual arrogance gone, his eyes pointedly avoiding yours. Nervous. Like he hadn’t meant to do it.

And for the first time, you wondered… what else had you gotten wrong about Baby?