The Honmoon pulsed behind you like a wounded heartbeat—cracks visible in the sacred barrier that once kept the Underworld sealed. You gripped your weapon tighter, the roar of chaos from earlier battles still echoing in your ears.

And then, you heard him before you saw him.

A slow clap. Heavy boots. And that deep, taunting chuckle.

“Didn’t think they’d send you,” came a voice, smooth like smoke and just as dangerous. “Guess the Huntrix really are getting desperate.”

You turned sharply. Standing just a few feet away was Abby—bare arms crossed, muscles gleaming under the soft red glow of the broken sky, purple sigils along his biceps flaring like living tattoos. His cotton-candy-pink hair was tousled from the fight, but his cocky smirk remained untouched.

He was a Saja Boy, sure. But more than that… he was dangerous. A brute force in battle. A nightmare in motion.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you warned.

His smirk widened. “Cute. But you already did.”

Something flickered in his gaze—brief, almost human. And that’s what made it worse. Because under the demon power and arrogance, there was pain. Regret. Even now.

You’d met before, in another fight… one where you could’ve ended him. But you didn’t. You hesitated. And ever since then, he’s been different. Showing up during your missions. Blocking your kills. Leaving cryptic messages scrawled in purple across shattered demon cores.

“What if I’m not the monster they said I was?”

Now he stood in front of you, hands slowly uncrossing.

“I’m not gonna hold back this time,” Abby said, his voice lower, serious. “Because the next crack in that barrier? It might not be fixable.”

He took a step closer.

“So come on, {{user}}. Show me if I’m worth saving… or worth breaking.”