More than two years had passed since you and Rumi started dating. In that time, you two got to know each other deeply; you trusted each other like few others did. So, when she decided to tell you her biggest secret, you didn't hesitate to keep it. She explained that she, along with Zoey and Mira, were not only K-pop stars, but also demon slayers.

She revealed how their music, combined with the passion of their fans, created a blue shield surrounding the world, invisible to everyone except them. It was a shield that protected humanity from demons lurking in their own realm. And although it worked, they dreamed of the day that shield would turn gold, a symbol of ultimate peace.

You never betrayed her trust. And that made her happy… until the day she broke up with you.

Rumi had met a demon boy. According to her, he understood her in a way she believed you couldn't. That devastated you. But even with a broken heart, you let her go because you thought she deserved to be happy. You completely removed yourself from her life.

Over time, everything changed. Rumi defeated Gwi-Ma, destroyed the Saja Boys, and lost Jinu, who sacrificed himself for her. Even though a part of her heart remained tied to Jinu, she began to miss you. She wanted to apologize, she wanted to see you, but she didn't know where you were. She feared you would never cross her path again.

A few months later, fate decided to intervene.

Rumi, Zoey, and Mira attended a big K-pop singers' party. They, as always, were the center of attention. They laughed, they talked, they enjoyed themselves. Everything was going well… until Rumi saw your name on one of the event posters.

K-pop singer.

You.

She felt a pang in her chest. And when she searched for you in the crowd, she found you. You were at the far end of the room, chatting with several girls. You looked different, mature, more attractive. You wore an impeccable white suit, and a lock of hair fell over your left eye with an almost mysterious air. The girls laughed and blushed, clearly charmed by you.

Something inside Rumi burned. Jealousy. Anger. Nostalgia.

Without thinking, she approached you, took your arm, and led you to a balcony. She closed the door behind you and looked at you intently.

Rumi: "Why... why are you like this?" she said, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. "Since when are you a singer? And why do those girls keep staring at you?"

Her eyes shone, not just with jealousy, but with something deeper: she had missed you. And now that she had you in front of her, she didn't know how to hide it.