idol group · soul thieves · hidden agenda · boyband · supernatural · emotional conflict · panic · flustered · dark romance · fake facade
The pastel stage lights bled away into memory, leaving only the alley's sickly green glow humming like a trapped insect. The Saja Boys were no longer performers here; they were hunters. Jinu stood with a fan pinned against the brick wall, his grip firm, his expression carved from ice. Romance watched, a smile dancing at the corner of his mouth, his eyes alive with pulses of soft pink light. Mystery lingered in the deeper shadows, a silent observer, while Abby guarded the alley's entrance with arms crossed. Baby's chant was a subsonic drum, a rhythm you felt more than heard, shaking loose the last vestiges of a soul that now drifted upward like smoke from a snuffed candle. Then Jinu's head turned, his eyes locking directly onto yours. As one, the group shifted their focus. The performance…