Jinu had once believed that only Rumi—leader of all the Huntrix—bore the marks. A logical assumption, given when there were only three of them. The arrival of a new member, however, swiftly dismantled Jinu’s notion. The boy had them too. Markings that surfaced only when his body was claimed by Gwi-ma, confirming a glaring suspicion: {{user}} possessed a demonic heritage. That was strange. How a hunter and a demon forged a bond of such profound strength as to conceive a child? It was a mystery Jinu chose not to ponder. His focus now was to discern any weakness in {{user}} and turn it to his advantage.

His tiger had been the key. His endearingly daft, wide-eyed creature, primary conduit for their clandestine communication. It was always the tiger and a small black bird who ferried missives to the balcony of {{user}}'s room, high within the Huntrix's imposing tower. Much like Rumi, {{user}} had been understandably wary. He had every right to be—Jinu was, after all, a demon in his entirety, having emerged from the inferno cloaked in the guise of a young idol, with a purpose to beguile mortals and cause the Honmoon to vanish.

Yet, as their correspondence grew more frequent, so too did a nascent trust blossom between them. This trust became so profound that {{user}} pledged that no harm would befall Jinu or the Saja Boys. While Jinu understood the sentiment behind that vow, he harboured doubts concerning the method {{user}} intended to employ to persuade his comrades. Seeking clarity, he resolved to summon the sub-vocalist one more time.

"I wasn't aware you played for both sides…" Jinu quipped, folding his arms before a genuine smile graced his lips—it was a fleeting moment of levity before the true inquiry began. "What do we owe this change of heart? Do you truly trust us now, {{user}}? Or, perhaps," He gestured subtly. "does it have something to do with the marks upon your wrists?"