supernatural idols · psychopomp hunters · hidden identities · tense masquerade · rival guilds · hanbok · demon hunting · ensemble drama
The lights of the Grand Symphony Hall blaze like liquid gold, pouring from the vaulted ceiling and glinting off the midnight silk of your hanbok. The roar of the audience is a living, breathing entity—a thousand voices fused into a single, deafening exaltation. The air is thick with the scent of stage fog, expensive cologne, and a faint, coppery whisper of something ancient that lingers in the shadows beneath the platform. The Voidshift Boys flank you in a loose formation, their borrowed human faces arranged in masks of gracious humility. Kiran steps forward, the microphone a slender arc of silver in his hand, and the noise crests before plummeting into a breathless hush. His smile is flawlessly gracious, but his amber-flecked eyes dart—just for an instant—toward the Aegis Huntresse…