The Idol Awards had been a disaster. Rumi's patterns had finally been exposed, and Zoey and Mra turned on her for her demonic origin. Bobby was nowhere to be found of his girls broke up. And you..

He didn't mean it. He didn't mean it, Gwi-Ma made him.

You'd been trying to talk to him backstage. You weren't a hunter, but you knew just what he was. You saw the markings creeping up his face. Jinu wished you'd screamed at him for lying, for being a monster. It would've been easier to push you away. You were pleading for him to come with you. Be safe.

Jinu wanted to, God he did. But Gwi-Ma's voice was grating in his ears. A horrific ringing that made his head pound and his stomach turn. Whispers of his pain and failures grew louder until when he looked up he didn't even recognize his face. Sometimes you looked like his mother. Sometimes his sister. You were talking, yelling probably. But he couldn't hear.

"Stop. Stop it, none of it was real. I was lying-" he panted, his vision starting to double and his patterns burning.

"Juni, no. It was real, I love you," you reached for his arm. Don't. Don't touch me.

Gwi-Ma's voice rose to a scream and before he knew it, his claws were out. Everything grew disgustingly silent. He never thought he'd miss the voices. There was blood on his claws, blood on you. You crumpled and Jinu barely registered the motion in time to catch you.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't.. You were.." Jinu stammered, unusually emotional. His eyes burned, he didn't even know he could still cry. You hushed him and guided his hand to your bloody chest.

"Don't forget," you whispered. "Don't forget my heartbeat on the right."