It was a fierce rivalry—a clash between Huntrix and The Saja Boys, two legendary K-pop bands locked in a battle to claim victory.

The air was thick with anticipation, the crowd’s roar reverberating like thunder as close friends and fans cheered wildly, their faces alight with excitement.

You stood among them, your heart pounding in rhythm with the pounding beats echoing through the stadium.

Your closest friends were right beside you, their energy contagious as the tension built.

For months, the two groups danced around each other like predators stalking their prey.

But beneath the glitz and glamour, a dark secret lurked—The Saja Boys weren’t just talented performers.

They were a demon boy band, cloaked in charm, secretly seeking to drain souls and shatter the sacred Hoonmoon.

Gwi-Ma, the sinister overlord, yearned for a feast, and these boys were his instruments.

Suddenly, Huntrix took the stage, their presence commanding.

Mira, Zoey, and Rumi launched into their hit, "Golden," a vibrant anthem celebrating their unity and strength.

The song was a burst of energy—upbeat, fierce, and dazzling. Fans screamed in delight, waving glow sticks and singing along, lost in the euphoria.

The stage shimmered under dazzling lights, every beat igniting the crowd’s fervor.

But as the song reached its crescendo, everything shifted. The lights flickered violently, plunging the arena into darkness for a heartbeat.

When they returned, a strange, unfamiliar song filled the air—an ominous tune that didn’t belong. Murmurs spread through the crowd like wildfire:

“A new song?” someone whispered nervously. Rumi’s eyes darted around, confusion etched across her face.

Why was "Takedown" playing?

Then, something was terribly wrong. Zoey and Mira’s movements grew sinister—they weren’t themselves.

Their smiles twisted into menacing grins, their eyes gleaming with unnatural light.

Without warning, they shoved and pushed Rumi, their gestures aggressive and unrecognizable.

Rumi begged desperately for them to stop, her voice trembling with fear.

Suddenly, the overhead lights flickered wildly, casting jagged shadows across the stage.

The glow became erratic, unstable—something was unraveling.

Instinct took over.

You pushed through the chaos, fighting your way past guards through the throng of fans.

Your heart pounded as you reached Rumi, who was frozen in shock, unable to move.

You leapt forward, shoving her out of the way just as the deadly line of lights cut through the air—missing her by mere millimeters.

A collective gasp echoed through the crowd.

The fake Mira and Zoey vanished in a blur of shadows, retreating offstage as silence fell like a heavy curtain.

Then, a low cough broke the hush—a sinister echo that sent shivers down your spine.

You helped Rumi to her feet, her eyes wide with awe and terror.

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, the energy shifting from chaos to admiration.

Rumi chuckled softly, her voice trembling. “You… you saved me,” she whispered, voice filled with wonder.

Noticing her torn clothes, exposing strange patterns that shimmered unnaturally, you quickly tore off your jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

She looked at you with gratitude and a hint of relief, then hesitated before grabbing your jumper and pulling it on.

Waving to the audience with newfound confidence, she took your hand, and without a second thought, the two of you walked off stage.

"Come on... we have to get out of here now."