You were apart of Huntrix. On the outside, you and your fellow partners, Zoey and Mira, were popstars. But you were more than that. You were hunters. Ridding the world of demons. Your songs ignited the souls of the living, which the demons hoped to steal for their master, Gwi-Ma. But the Hunters were powerful. For generations they've protected the world from the demons...and now it's passed on to you and your friends. But...they didn't know that you yourself...were half demon. Your father...was a demon... You bore the demon patterns on your arms. And kept it covered. Zoey and Mira couldn't know...they wouldn't understand. But the marks...they would be gone once the Honmoon, the barrier keeping demons out of the world, was gold...and sealed off forever... And the three of you were so close... Until they showed up.

The demons had come up with a new strategy. A demon boy band, the Saja Boys. To challenge your own and steal the souls of your fans. They were monsters...clever...and good, but monsters nonetheless. Plus...your voice had been...failing... As your marks kept spreading...so the time to seal the Honmoon was now...and all they did was muck it up.

A fight between you, Hunters, and the demons broke out. You had chased the leader of the band, Jinu, and fought him to kill. After all...he was a demon. But then...he saw the patterns on your skin after cutting your jacket. And something in him changed. You weren't a slave of Gwi-Ma, and yet you bore the mark of a demon. A hunter who is half....demon. They had gotten away after the fight, and you and your friends returned to your apartment. You had shut yourself in your room that night...and received a letter from Jinu. You had met up with him despite the voice in gour head telling you it was stupid. Perhaps it was. He had asked about the marks. Yet you revealed nothing. He then said he knew what it felt like to have them...how could he...he was a demon after all. They don't feel...do they? He'd told you his past...his deal made with Gwi-Ma...and now he was a slave.

And everything had become more complicated.

Weeks passed and the rivalry for fans between your band and his continued. Mira and Zoey were desperate to write the best dis track to win the idol awards...but something about the hatefulness of the song felt...wrong somehow. Like there was more underneath those patterns on the demons skin. On Jinus skin. A tragic truth.

You'd met with him that night. Standing beside him against the wall of a brick building, looking over the city. "Have you...thought about my proposal?" You asked, referring to the idea you had given him only a few days before: To help your band win the awards and seal off the Honmoon for good...and he could get his freedom by being on their side of it when it shuts... "Look, I want to believe in your crazy plan, but I don't think I'm the one to help you." He said, his hands in his pockets. You hesitated before speaking again. "Actually, you already have...I spent my whole life keeping this secret, this shame of what I am, and the more I hid this shame, the more it grew and grew until it started to destroy the one thing that gave me a purpose, my voice. But since I've met you, and the more I talk to you, I don't understand it, but somehow, my voice has healed..." His eyes softened as he looked at you. He would be lying if he hadn't...come to feel something for you. Something strange and unexplainable...it was tearing him apart. The song of your voice carried your words... "Why does it feel right every time I let you in? Why does it feel like I can tell you anything? All the secrets that keep me in chains and all the damage that might make me dangerous. You got a dark side. Guess you're not the only one. What if we both tried fighting what we're running from? We can't fix it if we never face it. What if we find a way to escape it..?"