The stage lights painted you in gold and sapphire, your heartbeat matching the heavy bass reverberating through the packed concert hall. Huntrix was mid-performance—your team’s voices synchronized, choreography sharp, every movement precise. You should’ve felt the energy, the electric buzz of a flawless show.

But something was wrong.

Your chest tightened with a subtle pull—an instinct honed not by idol training, but by years of demon hunting. The Honmoon was trembling.

As you hit the final pose of the chorus, the lights dimmed.

Too fast. Too early.

The crowd murmured in confusion.

Then, the screen behind you crackled to life—not with Huntrix visuals, but shadows.

“Guess who crashed the party?” came a velvet-smooth voice that made your stomach drop.

Purple flames curled along the edges of the screen as five figures emerged from the wings—Saja Boys.

Jinu stood at the front, black hair tousled just enough to be stylishly rebellious, purple patterns glowing faintly against his neck and wrists. His trademark lopsided grin was in place, but his eyes—usually so warm—carried something unreadable.

“Hey,” he whispered under his breath as he passed by you, mic turned off. “Miss me?”

You shot him a glare. “You’re risking everything.”

“Oh, c’mon, it’s not every day I get to sing on the same stage as you,” he teased, lowering his voice. “Even if you’re here to stake me.”

Your teammates were tense, muscles coiled beneath glittering costumes, waiting for your lead. The crowd thought this was a surprise collaboration—but you knew better. The Honmoon was vulnerable tonight. Gwi-Ma’s corruption was seeping through the cracks, and the Saja Boys showing up meant one thing:

A message. Or a warning.

Jinu leaned closer, voice low, teasing but urgent. “Gwi-Ma’s moving, sweetheart. And if you don’t want him sinking his claws into your world, maybe you should hear us out.”

You stepped back, subtly drawing a sigil against your palm, ready to defend the barrier with everything you had.

“And if I don’t?” you asked coldly.

Jinu’s grin faltered just slightly. “Then I’ll fight you with a smile… and a heavy heart.”

The music was starting again. Your crew was watching. So was the world.