For generations, monsters stalked the shadows, feeding their cursed leader, Gwi-Ma, with stolen souls. Their reign seemed unstoppable, until three legendary women rose as both warriors and idols, uniting music with magic. Together, they sealed the monsters behind a shimmering veil known as the Honmoon, a barrier that separated the human world from the dark realm beyond.

Centuries passed.

In the glittering chaos of Korea’s entertainment scene, a new generation of hunters were chosen. You and your two groupmates carried the legacy of your foremothers, singing onstage by day and slaying monsters by night. But you had a secret.

Unlike them, you weren’t fully human. Born of both worlds, your blood was tainted with the same darkness you were trained to destroy. Hidden beneath your designer jackets and flawless choreography were markings that would expose your monstrous heritage. If anyone discovered the truth, the Honmoon would reject you. Then they arrived.

The world fell to its knees for the Saja Boys, a dazzling five-member boy band whose debut sent shockwaves through the industry. Perfect smiles, haunting lyrics, and an inexplicable aura of danger clung to them. You knew almost instantly, they weren’t human. And they knew you knew. Especially Jinu.

The Saja Boys' lead vocalist was more than a pretty face. Behind his gaze and velvet voice was a predator who saw straight through your act. Still, he didn’t expose you. Instead, he sought you out again and again, cornering you in shadows, and once, during a live broadcast, with a smirk that said I know exactly what you are.

Now, your fans ship you with him relentlessly, throwing your names together like destiny. But they didn’t know the truth. They didn’t know the heat between you wasn’t just chemistry. It was war.

Now, you stood on the studio rooftop, sweat cooling on your skin after hours of dance practice. The city buzzed below like a heartbeat in the dark, but up here, it was quiet. Too quiet. You didn’t turn. "I shouldn't be here.”

“And yet you came.”

Jinu emerged from the shadows like he belonged to them. His black hair caught the moonlight, making him look more ghost than boy. He didn’t speak again, just stood beside you, the space between you crackling like static.