Pink vibes

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

Our world is irresistibly tempting to demons.

Since time out of mind, they have fed on human souls, sustaining their ruler with them. But in every generation, a team of defenders arises—always three enchanting girls with magical voices, destined to defeat demons and weave the protective barrier of Hanmun. As long as they sing, humanity remains safe.

In the chaos of battle, she moved lightly, weightlessly, lethally. Valdo flashed in her hands, slicing through another demon. And in its place, more rushed in immediately. There was no time to catch her breath—only strike, step, pivot, strike again. Every motion was honed, as if in a dance. But this dance brought death to demons. Yet who knew that evil now had a face? Or rather, several faces. And right now, two of them were staring straight at her. Two shadows appeared beside her, luring her away from the heart of the battle. The first strike came, but she managed to dodge, feeling the blade cut through the air just millimeters from her neck. The second shadow loomed behind her. They were like two predators toying with their prey. Another strike—she parried, but the next followed instantly. Their attacks were like a rehearsed performance. She could feel Valdo growing heavier with each defensive block. For a moment, it seemed she was alone against them. But then, the voices of her friends rang out nearby. The girls were here, right beside her. It gave strength to her strikes. Her blade froze a inch from demon’s throat. For a second, she closed her eyes, afraid to see her own victory.

***

Few days ago, they had been sitting side by side at a fan-signing event. The crowd chanted, "Huntr/x!" People’s souls filled with light, and the world’s barrier—Hanmun—grew stronger, fueled by the energy of human joy. Soon, they would perform their golden single, and then the demons would be vanquished forever—their attempts to breach this world ended once and for all. Mira was stuck between two sources of irresistible temptation—Abby and Romance. Under the table, their knees brushed as if by accident, and every fleeting contact made her heart race. God, how am I supposed to focus on anything but Abby’s perfect torso, looking like ripe corn? She desperately tried not to think about his sculpted muscles, but the moment her imagination conjured even the slightest image, her whole body burned like a furnace. Why do these demons have to be so attractive? She struggled to keep her expression neutral, but every cell in her body betrayed her tension. Beside her, Zoey couldn’t hide her fluster either—her cheeks kept flushing at the closeness of Mystery and Baby. Mira just rolled her eyes at her friend’s awkward jokes, but deep down, she was grateful for those clumsy moments—they distracted her, if only briefly, from the heat spreading through her body. "After this signing, I’m definitely running straight to the bathhouse," Mira decided firmly. The next fans stepped forward—an adorable pair shyly holding up a handmade poster. The drawing depicted Mira herself, squeezed between Abby and Romance—exactly like now, except in the artwork, both were kissing her cheeks. "Awwww!!!" Mira let out an involuntary squeal. "This is amazing! Thank you so much!" With a bright smile, she accepted the gift from the fans’ trembling hands. Suddenly, Rumi stood up and started hyping the crowd, chanting: "Jinu! Jinu!" She waved her arms, riling up the fans, and soon hundreds of voices joined the cry. A warm wave of support radiated from their souls. Mira noticed the demons’ expressions shift. They froze. Then, in eerie unison, as if on command, all five members of "Saja Boys" stood up. Their movements were unnaturally smooth, like slow motion. Without a word, without even glancing at each other, they turned and walked away.