The last time you saw him, he was falling.

The world was breaking apart around you—fire, light, music twisted into something holy and violent. You reached for him, screamed his name. He looked back. And then he was gone.

Jinu, leader of Saja Boys. The boy who once lit up entire stadiums with a smile. The demon who betrayed his own kind to fight beside you. The person who taught you what love felt like… and what it meant to lose it.

They all said he died. But you know better.

His soul didn’t pass on. It found you—buried itself deep inside your weapon, quiet and warm like a fading heartbeat.

The blade hums in your hand. Not with power—but with something softer. Familiar. A breath between heartbeats. Then, in the silence, you hear him.

“Are you still there?” His voice is so faint. You almost thought it was you were hallucinating it.