The beginning of an Era

Early in the morning, as usual, Rumi woke up and headed to the bathroom. Everything was going according to the usual script — until she crossed the threshold… A sudden hit to the gut and a weird feeling… Panic sparked inside instantly. Like someone was… watching. No — not just watching. More like digging into her with their gaze. She turned sharply, scanned the shelves, peeked behind the door. No one. Empty. — Bullshit… — she muttered and exhaled. — I seriously need a break. She hadn’t been to Celine’s place in a while. Maybe she should drop by? Chat a little, clear her head. — Girls, I’ve decided to visit Celine for the weekend. Who’s coming with me? — she asked brightly, braiding her hair into a neat long braid. Mira, sprawled on the floor near the fan, just groaned: — Naaah… I’m out… If I move even an inch, I’ll melt into hell itself! — I’m out too, — Zoey chimed in, cheerful despite the heat. — I wanted to stay in today and write lyrics for our new hit. Have a great trip, Rumi! The heat really was pressing down like some evil spell. Mira already looked like melted ice cream, while Zoey, as always, glowed like the heat didn’t affect her at all. Rumi chuckled, as if nothing strange had happened, and went to pack. Once her things were ready, she called Celine to let her know she was coming. But even on the road, that feeling wouldn’t go away. Like something dark was sliding nearby, hiding at the edge of perception. Something was… off.

***

— Sweetie! I’m so glad you came! We haven’t seen each other in forever! — Celine rushed out to meet her, hugged Rumi, adjusted her braid and immediately grabbed one of the bags. — So many things? What, moving in for good? Don’t even think about it - I’m perfectly fine living alone! — Celine, you know I can’t live here with you. I’m a star now, — Rumi replied with the same sincere smile.

***

Lunch was on the veranda. Celine, as always, had gone all out: fresh fruit, noodles with homemade sauce, and cold lemonade with mint leaves. — Admit it, you missed my cooking, — Celine winked, pouring drinks. — Well, maybe… just a little, — Rumi smiled and took a sip. But she ate slowly, distractedly, not even noticing the sauce dripping off the chopsticks back into the bowl — and usually, she’d already be asking for seconds. Celine squinted, watching the girl: — Did I screw up the noodles? Or are you living on some air-diet now? Rumi flinched like she’d just snapped out of deep thought and gave a forced smile: — Taaa… no, it’s delicious! I just… remembered a dream. A weird one. — Uh-huh, sure, — Celine muttered, pretending to believe it. But a minute later, when Rumi was still just poking her food, she abruptly put down her chopsticks, leaned on the table, narrowed her eyes and said: — Rumi, who do you think I am? You suck at lying - only good at stuffing your face. So start chewing and tell me what’s up. Rumi froze with the chopsticks in her hand, then giggled awkwardly, though her eyes still looked worried. — It wasn’t exactly a dream… I don’t even know what it was, Celine. But this morning… in the bathroom, I felt like someone was watching me. Not just like “maybe,” but like someone was there, breathing down my neck! I even turned around - but no one. Celine slowly leaned in, her smile gone: — It’s starting again? Rumi nodded. — But this time… how do I put it… you know, it feels different..? Like the darkness never left - it just hid. Celine was silent for a while. She just looked at Rumi, as if trying to see beneath the surface, to tell if she was lying. Then she got up from the table without a word and disappeared into the house. — Did I… offend her? — Rumi whispered, reaching for her glass. Celine returned a minute later, serious-faced and holding a small bottle. — Stand up. — What? — Stand. And shut up for a second. Rumi, used to Celine’s weirdness, obeyed silently. Celine approached her, poured a drop of liquid onto her palm, and started muttering something quickly under her breath. — Is this even legal?.. — Rumi whispered, watching the air around her shoulders start to shimmer. The bottle warmed up slightly, and then — for just a brief moment — a torn black streak flared in the air above her. Like smoke. Like something invisible had fled, unable to bear the touch. Celine yanked her hand back. — It’s starting, — she said quietly. — You’re not just nervous, Ru. Something has latched onto you. — You’re sure? — Rumi tried to stay calm, but her voice shook. — More than sure. I saw it. And I don’t want to scare you too early, but… if that thing was in your house - it’s watching you. Silence hung between them. The warm summer air suddenly felt too thick. Too still. — Well, — Rumi exhaled, — this weekend’s not gonna be boring, huh. Celine looked at her again, but this time — not like a friend. Like a hunter. — We have to find out what it is. Before it’s too late. Suddenly Celine grabbed Rumi’s hand, firm and fast. — Hey, what are you…? — Rumi blinked. — Quick. Come with me. And shut up. — Wait, can you at least expla— — Shh. Later. Rumi nearly tripped, but still hurried after her. Celine pulled her around the house, through an old garden patch and behind overgrown bushes. Leaves clung to their clothes, dust got in her eyes, but Celine didn’t even look back. — Celine! Can you please say something?! You’re dragging me like a damn psycho! — Rumi whispered breathlessly. — Quiet! — Celine hissed again, stopping abruptly. — Here. In front of them was a stone wall, moss-covered. If you didn’t know it was there — you’d miss it. At the bottom, close to the ground, gaped a narrow opening. Something like a small cave. — You’re joking. We’re going in there?.. — Rumi raised an eyebrow. Celine crouched almost fully and went in first. Rumi had to bend so low her back cramped. Damp stone, cold air, and that same strange feeling… like someone was still watching them. — Celine, seriously, tell me where we’re going! — Rumi hissed, trying not to bump her head. Celine turned briefly, placing a finger to her lips. — Shhh. Almost there. The air in the cave was heavy, smelling of earth, damp, and something ancient. A chill ran down Rumi’s spine. She didn’t know what was hidden inside. But she felt it: this wasn’t just a secret spot. It was… important. Very important. Suddenly the cave opened up. The narrow passage ended, revealing a spacious, half-lit hall. The high ceiling was covered in ancient symbols, and the walls — lined with faded runes. A low hum came from somewhere deep within — as if the place itself was breathing. Rumi froze. In the center stood two statues. The stone — cracked, gray, covered in fine dust. But the figures… they looked alive. So detailed, it seemed they’d just paused for a second — and would move in the next. They were embracing. Not stiffly or formally — but tightly, with a love that couldn’t be faked. Between their chests — a glowing bright-blue orb. Its soft light lit the cavern, making shadows tremble. Rumi instinctively stepped back. — W-what is that?.. — her voice trembled. Celine walked closer, eyes fixed on the statues. — This… is your mother and father, Rumi. The world froze. Even her pulse. — …the fuck? — she exhaled. — Wait… what??? Something exploded inside. Her head spun. Her chest tightened. Thoughts clashed into each other: How? Why? Why now? Why here? Why the hell are they STATUES?! — Are you serious? Is this like… some ritual? Is it a game? Tell me it’s a joke, Celine. Say it. — Her voice shook - not with fear, but pain. Celine was silent. Her face was hard, focused - and only her eyes held regret. — I wanted to tell you… no… I had to. I just didn’t know when, or how. This place is protected. It’s not ordinary. Magic doesn’t work here… neither ours, nor demonic. Everything here - is real. And right now, it’s what you need. For protection. Rumi looked at the statues, and a heavy, aching wave rose in her chest. — These… are my parents? Why are they here? Why made of stone?… The air smelled like ozone. Something was awakening. The sphere between the statues started to tremble. Its glow brightened, pulsing — like it responded to Rumi’s presence, her breath, her blood, her pain. And then — the statues moved. Not fast. The stone didn’t crack or fall. Just a shift. A tilt of the head. Fingers tightened slightly in the embrace. The father looked up. The mother — slowly, with hidden tenderness — looked straight at Rumi. Tears flowed from her eyes. Not watery — stone. But still, they left trails on her cheeks. Rumi stood frozen. Her throat clenched. Her feet rooted to the floor. Her eyes filled with tears — on their own. The mother didn’t speak. She just looked at her daughter. And cried. The father turned his head slower. He didn’t move closer. Didn’t smile. Just stared at her — long and silently. His gaze was dark, piercing, almost frightening… but there was no malice. There was something else. Something ancient. Then he raised a hand to his lips and gently exhaled. A purple cloud — sparkling like pollen — slipped from his mouth. It swirled in the air, softly, slowly, like dancing. The sphere between them flashed and silently burst, releasing a wave of light. The cave shook. Not in fear — in change. Grass began to sprout through the stone. Vines crawled along the walls, covered in tiny blue flowers. Symbols on the ceiling glowed softly gold. From the ceiling poured strands of light — like sunbeams. Down here, underground — it suddenly smelled like lavender, rain, and something familiar. Rumi wiped her eyes with her sleeve, not even realizing when she’d started crying. — It… was like this… all along? — she whispered. — or… what is this? Celine nodded silently, watching everything unfold with a soft, sad warmth in her eyes. — They left this place for you, Rumi. Not just as a memory. As a beginning. Celine stepped closer to the glowing sphere. Ran her fingers across its surface — it responded with a gentle vibration, as if recognizing her touch. — Here, they created a new era… — Celine said quietly. — No liars can enter here, nor anyone who wishes harm — to you or your family. It’s… like the “safe zone” in a game of tag, — she looked at Rumi with a faint smile. — Everyone’s safe here. Rumi said nothing. Her heart pounded in her ears. Everything felt too… too real. — Maybe they’re not alive, — Celine continued, pointing to the statues. — But these are their memories. Their will. Their deepest wishes. They wanted you to be safe… and happy. Always. She paused for a moment, eyes lowered, like bracing herself. — You knew I wasn’t your real mother. But when you were little… you called me that anyway. Rumi nodded, eyes still wet. — But you didn’t know, — Celine said gently, — that your real mother… was my sister. Rumi froze. The world shrank to a dot. A buzzing filled her ears — like a plane descending. — W-what?.. — she barely breathed. Celine looked at her with sad tenderness, but firmly: — Yes, Ru. Your mother was my older sister. She didn’t just entrust you to me… she asked me. She knew she might not come back. And I promised I’d always stay by your side. Rumi slowly sank to her knees. Her hands were trembling. — Why did you… why didn’t you ever tell me?.. — Because you were a child. Because you’d already lost too much. And… because you called me “mom.” And I… couldn’t take that away from either of us. The tears came on their own. Hot. Silent. Rumi covered her mouth to keep from sobbing out loud. The sphere pulsed brighter — as if responding to her pain. — So… they were here all this time?.. And you — you knew it all?.. Celine came closer and knelt beside her, gently placing a hand on Rumi’s shoulder. — I knew. But not everything. This place… only opens when you’re ready. And now, Ru… you’re ready. Rumi sat on the stone floor, hands resting on her knees. Her eyes were still wet, but her breathing slowly calmed. Celine stayed beside her, silent, giving her space. They both just sat there — in that blooming, living hall, full of light and secrets. And suddenly… — …la-la-la… — a soft voice came from deep within. It was nearly transparent — like wind slipping through leaves. The voice seemed to brush the air, vibrating through the cave walls, touching the heart. Rumi looked up sharply. — You… heard that?.. Celine nodded. Her face had gone pale. — It’s her. The voice continued: — This world wasn’t made by us… — it came almost as a whisper, but so pure that Rumi’s chest tingled. — This world wasn’t made by me… The statues didn’t move, but a soft glow surrounded them, and the orb released fine shimmering dust — like snowflakes in sunlight. Rumi stood up, unsteady, like in a dream. She walked forward slowly. The song felt like a soul was singing. In every note — something deeply familiar, long forgotten. — That’s… her for real? — Rumi whispered. — Yes, — Celine barely managed to say. — I only heard her sing once. Right before she vanished. It’s… the same. Pure… weightless… The lyrics echoed through the chamber, and even the wind seemed to hum along. — This world wasn’t made by us… Celine took Rumi’s hand. She squeezed it tightly. In that moment, everything disappeared — the fear, the shock, the pain. Only the song remained. Like a lullaby yeah yeah, a lil callback to my fave song)) from the past. A promise that everything’s still possible. That memory lives on. That love — doesn’t fade. (song: cover of “This world isn’t for us”) (Guys. It’s a Russian song. But still if you want to listen to it then copy the name of it and go ahead :3)

***

Zoey sat on the floor, surrounded by scribbled notes, a chewed pencil, and a cup of iced latte that had long since become just lukewarm water. She mumbled to herself, trying out rhythms: — Mmm… “on stage like fire, hearts in flame”… nah, too basic… maybe, “a spark in every step”? Ugh, boring… — she grumbled, burying her face in her notebook. — Should swap it for a rap verse. A familiar male voice spoke like it had been there all along. Zoey shot up, knocking over her cup with her knee. — WHAT?! — she shouted, spinning around. In the doorway stood him… Baby Saja He looked exactly the same as their last meeting — cocky gaze, that half-smile like the world was just a joke. Not a single scratch. No trace of their last battle. Zoey didn’t hesitate. She instantly struck a battle stance, squared her shoulders, and raised her hand. — If you’re not just my hallucination, get the hell out! Or you’ll meet the fate of all demons! — she growled. — Wow, — he slowly raised his hands in a “no weapons” gesture, — knew you’d miss us, but didn’t think this much. — Don’t come closer! — she barked. — Wanna hear me drop a freestyle right here? My voice finally came back after our last track, so you better believe — it’ll be LOUD! — Hey-hey, I’m alone. No claws, no tricks, no evil plans. Not even some dramatic background music, — he smirked, stepping back. — I just… need to talk. — Right. Now you’re all soft and fuzzy, but last time you tried to burn us alive, — she shot back, though her voice trembled slightly. He sighed. And for a split second — there was something real in his eyes. Tiredness. Honesty. — Things have changed, Zoey. We’re not who we used to be. And trust me… we need your help. All of you. The door slammed so hard that Zoey’s papers flew into the air. — WHAT THE HELL ARE DEMONS DOING HERE?! — Mira screamed at the top of her lungs, bursting into the room barefoot, with a towel twisted on her head and a T-shirt she clearly grabbed on the way when she heard voices… You can’t even take a peaceful shower in this house. Baby Saja flinched, like he was genuinely scared — or maybe he just didn’t expect to see someone louder than a demon’s roar. — What is it this time, another apocalypse?! Or did you set up a tea party with evil?! — Mira scanned the room: Zoey in battle stance, a demon with raised hands, and coffee dripping onto the floor. — Wait! He… he just appeared! I didn’t do anything! — Zoey shouted, trying to be louder than her friend. — I didn’t even get to yell at him properly! — You did, — Baby added calmly, but immediately stopped when he caught Mira’s glare. She had already pulled something from behind her back. Not a sword. Not an artifact. Just… a comb. — Seriously?.. — the demon muttered, blinking in disbelief. — I can whip up such a storm with this comb, you’ll regret ever being born out of darkness, got it?! — Mira hissed. — You have 10 seconds to explain why you’re here - or I’ll brush your face into reincarnation! Baby squinted, then slowly lowered his hands. — Alright… Just no comb, okay? I didn’t come to fight. There’s something bigger coming than you think. And if you don’t listen to me now… it might be too late later. Celine hung in the room. Zoey glanced at Mira. The comb was still clenched tightly, but her eyes showed caution now — not rage. — He already told me something’s changed, — Zoey said quietly. — Maybe we should… at least hear him out? Mira pressed her lips together. Took a step forward without lowering her “weapon.” — You’ve got exactly two minutes. Then I’m getting the hair dryer. And you know damn well where that’ll lead. — Shooting him a pointed glare, Mira stepped away from the door. But if you thought Huntrix House only had one demon in it — you were wildly mistaken. One? No. There were three. One already in the room — and two more stepped out from behind her, like they’d just jumped out of a portal… or a closet. Abby was dusting himself off, and Romance, of course, was already grinning from ear to ear. — And here we are! — Romance beamed, swiftly grabbing Mira by the shoulder just before she could turn and strike. — Hey, hey, easy, tiger. We just came… on business. — DON’T TOUCH ME! — Mira shrieked, yanking away and swinging her comb. — Ooooh, dangerous… I missed you, — Romance whispered, clearly enjoying the chaos. — Still the same fire. Even with a towel on your head. Especially with the towel. — God, Romance, not now, — Abby muttered, rubbing his neck. — Mira, seriously, we came in peace. No one’s here to fight… though, yeah, we missed you. Mira, trembling with rage, looked over the entire demonic gathering: — Zoey, I swear, if this is one of your pranks, I’ll shave everyone’s eyebrows off in their sleep. Even mine, just out of principle! — I. Did. Not. Invite. Them! — Zoey hissed through clenched teeth, still halfway in combat stance. Baby Saja stepped forward, his eyes locked seriously on Mira: — We came because things are about to get really bad. And this is not a joke. Gwi-Ma… he’s alive. Or… something worse. Silence. Even Romance stopped smiling. — What do you mean “alive”? — Zoey whispered. — We… — Defeated him? — Abby smirked, but without joy. — Yeah. We thought so too. Mira lowered the comb in her hand. — And you… came to us? Why? Romance gave a small grin again, but softer this time: — Because the only ones we even kinda trust… are you. Even if you’re always ready to stab me in the eye with a comb. Mira rolled her eyes. — This… is not a comb. This is a weapon of mass destruction, got it?

***

Somewhere in the kitchen, close to midnight. The third serving of ramen was disappearing at the speed of light — or rather, at the speed of Mira and Zoey. Both sat cross-legged on the floor, each with a bowl in hand, slurping noodles loudly. Slurp-slurp. — Seriously?.. — Baby sat on the couch, arms crossed, giving them a look like this wasn’t ramen, but some kind of ritual offense to his hearing. — Do you even know how to eat in silence?.. Slurp-slurp-slurp. — …fine. — He exhaled sharply through his nose, choosing to stay quiet. That was already the third time tonight. He was counting. Abby was flipping through a magazine backwards in the corner, while Romance was humming something to himself, leaning against the wall. Suddenly, Zoey, still eating, blurted out: — So, you all came back here… to save humanity? The same humanity you tried to enslave? Mira was swallowing the last strands of noodles. — Fhats pfuhe nhohnsensf. The entire room froze. Romance raised an eyebrow. Abby lowered the magazine. Even the noodles in the bowl paused in awkward silence. Mira took a sip, chewed, and only then spoke properly: — That’s pure nonsense. — Thank you, — Baby muttered through clenched teeth, — I thought the same thing when I found out we’re apparently “humanity’s saviors” now. — But you said it yourselves - Gwi-Ma is still alive? — Zoey asked again, peeking over her bowl. — Alive… or he’s become something worse, — Abby said quietly. — He’s no longer one of us. He’s destroying everything. Humans. Demons. Anything alive. Mira put her chopsticks down into her bowl. — Alright… Then tell us what you want from us. Just don’t say “trust.” That word gives me hives. Romance smiled faintly. — We need one thing from you. Help. Even if you don’t trust us — you’ve got power. And we’ve got information. — And… the ramen’s gone, — Zoey added sadly, peeking into her bowl. A tense pause settled in the room, broken only by the sounds of the last noodles being eaten. Mira leaned back onto the pillows and squinted at the demons: — Well then… sounds like we need Rumi. Zoi sighed, rolling her eyes: — And she’s with Celine. — Yup, — Mira nodded. — And Celine will turn them into shish kebab if they come within a kilometer of her. Zoey laughed, setting down her empty bowl: — Not like Rumi would be any kinder… she’d just toss them into the ramen. As toppings. — Agreed, — Mira nodded. — Though not sure it’d be ramen. She’d probably eat them alive. Zoey squinted: — You think? Is Rumi into raw food? I always figured she’d cook them first. Maybe with sesame. — Yeah, Rumi knows how to plate things nicely, — Mira confirmed seriously. — With herbs. And screaming. Baby finally snapped, throwing his arms up and raising his voice: — WE GET IT! We get it! All three of them would murder us! Message received! Loud and clear! — Ah-ah-ah! — Mira raised a finger, wagging it like a teacher. - Murder - that’s Zoey’s department. Kill - that’s mine. And incinerate - that’s all Rumi. Romance quietly snorted. Abby covered his face with his hand. Mystery and Jinu exchanged a glance and sighed in sync. — We’re definitely screwed, — Jinu muttered. — Well, at least it’s not boring, — Romance added lazily. Zoey sighed, scratching her temple: — But we’ll have to go to her anyway. I mean, we can’t just drop this on her out of nowhere… Mira squinted, snorting: — Oh yeah, I can totally picture it. I’m sure she’d say something like… Both of them, in perfect sync, mockingly imitating Rumi: — “What the hell did you do?! I leave for two days and you’re already besties with demons?!” Silence. Everyone imagined that exact moment. And everyone realized how close they were to immediate obliteration. Jinu, shoulders slumped, mumbled: — So what do we do?.. Mira stood up, brushing an invisible speck off her T-shirt: — We go to her. Zoey nodded with mock seriousness: — And try to stop Celine from sharpening the kebab skewers… or we’ll leave with full stomachs. Of demons. Mira frowned: — And how exactly do you imagine that? Like… “Oh hey, Rumi! Surprise! They’re back! And guess what - they’re holy men now!” Baby let out a long, suffering sigh: — We’re not holy. Mira turned to him, narrowing her eyes, wearing a sweet fake smile: — That’s what you’ll explain to her. In person. Face to face. While she’s holding the handle of a shovel. Abby, dead serious: — …or a skewer. Depends on her mood. Romance theatrically placed a hand on his chest: — I’m ready for anything. Even for a roleplay meat-game called “You’re Dinner.”

***

The night was muggy, the moon suspiciously bright, and the footsteps on the grass way too loud. The entire group stood just a few meters away from Celine’s house. — Why does it feel like we’re heading to our own execution? — Jinu whispered, hands in pockets, shoulders clearly tense. — Because we are heading to our execution, — Zoey whispered back, adjusting the hair tie on her wrist. — Seriously, — Romance muttered, staring at the windows, — do normal aunties not have curtains, drapes, or just a hint of humanity?.. This looks more like a military base than a home. — Quiet, all of you, — Mira hissed. — You’re gonna ruin it. We just… walk in calmly, explain everything calmly. The main thing - no loud noises. — You saying “no loud noises”? — Baby snorted. — Your voice sounds like a car alarm. — And your charisma is that of a folding chair, but we all live with it, don’t we? — Ladies, gentlemen, — Zoey whispered, waving a hand, — let’s just knock. Or… at the very least, not be the first ones to enter, okay? Silence. Everyone turned in sync to look at someone. And that someone… was Abby. — What? Why me?! — he took a step back. — Because you’re the prettiest, — Mira smirked. — Less chance of being burned on sight. — And if you do get burned, — added Romance, — at least you’ll smell nice. Abby sighed, adjusted his collar, slowly walked to the door… and knocked. One. Two. Three. Pause. Silence. Nothing. Everyone held their breath. And then— The door slammed open. Celine stood in the doorway. Wearing a nightshirt that read “Don’t test me”, holding a cup of tea in one hand… and a massive meat fork in the other. — … She scanned the group with the expression of someone facing a tax inspector, an ex, and the literal undead — all at once. Behind her, Rumi peeked out, half-asleep. In pajamas. Hair in a messy braid. She blinked. Then blinked again. And said, loudly. Very loudly: — ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MINDS?! I WAS GONE FOR TWO DAYS AND YOU’VE ALREADY BROUGHT THE WHOLE PACK BACK?! Celine stared silently at the demon crowd, as if mentally calculating whether to eliminate them by height or by level of annoyance. Rumi tried to keep a straight face… but the expression “I’m about to lose it” was slowly leaking out of every muscle in her cheeks. — Fine, — she muttered through gritted teeth. — Come in. — Really? — Romance brightened. — To hell, — Rumi added. — Come in to hell. You guys live there anyway, right? Zoey snickered — but then there was a sound. Footsteps. Heavy. Purposeful. Fatally determined. Three heads — Rumi, Mira, and Zoey — turned in sync. Celine, still in the same shirt and still holding the “fork of justice,” was walking deeper into the house. — Did she just… walk away? — Mira whispered. — She didn’t walk away, — Zoey paled slightly. — She’s going to get something worse. Way worse. Possibly… the rolling pin? Rumi narrowed her eyes. — …Jinu. If you wanna live - take three steps back. — What?.. — he started, but obeyed. One. Two. Three. And exactly at that moment, Celine burst out of the house with a battle cry, swinging her leg like she was about to deliver a royal forehead kick to the first poor soul in her path. And of course, the first soul… was Jinu. Poor, sweet, naive Jinu. But! The girls reacted like a trained SWAT team. Rumi grabbed Celine by the shoulder. Mira caught her by the waist. Zoey — caught the hand with the cup of tea (why? no one knows. but it had to be done). — STOP, MAA! — Rumi yelled. — THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK! — I THINK IT’S SHISH KEBAB THURSDAY AGAIN, RUMI!! — Celine roared, still trying to break free. — WE CAN’T GRILL DEMONS EVERY THURSDAY! — Zoey shouted back. — WE HAVE TOO MANY OF THEM NOW! Romance quietly whispered to Abby: — I wouldn’t mind some barbecue sauce… just for balance. Abby elbowed him silently in the ribs. — ENOUGH! — Rumi let go of Celine, stepped between everyone, and exhaled with the expression of someone who’s 37, has a mortgage, and three unruly kids. — They’ll explain everything. Just. Give. Them. Five. Minutes. Celine lowered the fork. — Four. — Okay. Four and a half. — Three. And no “blah-blah.”

***

In Celine’s living room, it was surprisingly quiet. Not because things had calmed down — but because everyone was too scared to make a sound. Especially after Celine had planted the “fork of justice” in the center of the table, like a flag on conquered territory. Mira was sitting on the couch with her legs tucked under her, whispering to Zoey: — That fork is looking at me. I can feel it judging my life choices. — That’s not the fork, Mira. That’s Celine judging you through the fork. Rumi, perched on the edge of an armchair, looked at the demons. — Well… go ahead. — Go ahead with what? — Baby asked quietly. — Speak. Who, what, when, why. Or I hand the mic over to my “mom” and you all go in the oven. With vegetables. Abby raised his hands. — Okay, okay. We’ll explain. Jinu stood up, placing both palms on the table: — It didn’t start right after your victory. Gwi-Ma… didn’t disappear. He went into hiding. Looks like we were wrong to believe he was truly defeated. Mystery whispered slowly: — He became… something else. Not just evil. Madness. No shape, no purpose. He wants to destroy everything — including us. Rumi frowned. — And why does that bother you so much? Aren’t you demons supposed to enjoy destroying stuff? Romance shook his head. — Not all of us. We used to be. We’re different now. Everyone here has something they want to protect. He glanced at Mira — briefly — but she pretended to be inspecting her nails. — We didn’t come to pretend. We came because we know… if we can’t stop him, you will. — said Baby, locking eyes with Rumi. — But if you believe us — maybe we can do it together. For real. Once and for all. We’re sick of hearing his voice every day too. Silence. Celine leaned back in her chair. — So… why here? Why my house? Why my girl? — Because she’s the key. — Jinu answered. — Not just to victory. But to the past. And to what’s been forgotten. — They exchanged glances — clearly had more to say… but not now. Zoey giggled nervously. — Great. We’re not just idols now. We’re magical artifacts too. Mira waved a hand: — Better to be an artifact than an ingredient. All eyes turned to Celine. She was silent for a long time. Then finally said: — You have one week. One. And if any of you do something suspicious… She picked up the fork and stabbed it into the table — the wood cracked softly. — …you’ll be served. With dill.

***

It was nighttime, but that didn’t stop Celine from enacting her punishment — in the form of a vacuum cleaner. After what felt like an eternity of cleaning, the girls and the demons finally made it out of Celine’s house — most likely, she was still watching them from the window, holding a ladle like some kind of ancient ancestral weapon. — Freeeedoooom… — Zoey groaned, arms stretched toward the sky. — I seriously thought she was gonna keep us vacuuming that house until the end of time. — Are you sure that would’ve been the worst punishment? — muttered Romance, pulling up his hood. — For you? No, — Mira rolled her eyes. — Pretty sure you’d find something to flirt with. Like, I don’t know… the teapot. Romance raised an eyebrow: — Well, if it’s shiny and hot… who knows? — DEMONS! And not only… — Rumi’s voice suddenly turned to steel. — Focus up! This isn’t a date. It’s a mission. — Still sounds like a K-drama tagline, though, — Romance mumbled, right before Abby elbowed him. They walked through the quiet streets, nearly empty at this hour, as the city rested between the buzz of day and the chaos of night. — Okay, — Rumi stopped by a bench. — We need a plan. You said Gwi-Ma hasn’t been idle, he’s changed… became something worse. What exactly does that mean? Mystery, who had been silent until now, finally spoke: — He’s dissolved into the Shadow. It’s not just a place — it’s a state. He could be anywhere. In anyone. And that’s why we’re here. Jinu looked at Rumi. — You’re his target. His weakness. His fear. Rumi frowned. — Sure. Makes sense. I’m a star, I’m gorgeous, I’m deadly. He’s shook. Mira added: — He’s jealous. — He’s afraid of what you remember, — Jinu said seriously. — Or… what you might start to remember. — And what exactly am I supposed to remember? — Rumi crossed her arms. Jinu whispered softly, almost carelessly: — Who you really are. Silence fell. Zoey broke it, like she always did: — Okay but… where are we even going? Or are we just casually out here strolling with our personal demons? — Strolling until ultimate evil hunts us down, — Mira replied. — Honestly the most romantic thing that’s happened to me all week. Baby quietly snorted. — Good thing you’ve got a sense of humor, because the next stop is where his shadow first appeared. And if we want to win this game… — …we need to stop playing, — Mystery finished. Rumi exhaled. — Alright. Show us where it started. But if you betray us… — I’ll give you my shoulder to lean on, — added Romance. — …and I’ll kick you in the face, — Mira finished, slapping the back of his head. Rumi looked at them all. — Then let’s go. This time, for real. No songs, no fans… Just hunters. — And demons, — Abby added. — Who really want to live, — Jinu clarified. And so they walked.

***

They walked down an old forest path that began just beyond the city limits. Branches underfoot crackled quietly, the air grew cooler, and vague rustling whispered through the foliage. It felt like the beginning of something… strange. Unsettling. But at the same time — necessary. Rumi walked ahead. Silent. Eyes forward, hands in her pockets. Her dark hair streamed behind her in the wind, and only the faint tremor in her fingers hinted she was less calm inside than she seemed. Jinu tried to walk beside her, but kept his distance. — You’re quiet, — he said cautiously. — I’m thinking, — Rumi replied without turning. He smiled wryly. — You always say that when you’re angry. Rumi stopped, turned, and suddenly said sharply: — Jinu, take three steps back. He frowned but obeyed. — What now, another setup? — No. Just… — she stepped forward and… hugged him. Firmly, abruptly, as if afraid he might vanish again. He froze, then pulled her into himself. — I really thought… it was over back then. — Me too, — she answered softly. — But you’re here again. And I… I couldn’t not hug you, idiot. Somewhere behind them, Zoey snickered quietly. — Mind if I hug someone too? Mystery looked at her sideways: — Is that… a proposal? — No-no! I mean… maybe, — Zoey murmured, staring at the ground. Baby rolled his eyes. — Gods, this is the worst group date I’ve ever seen. — On eight people, — Abby corrected with a wink at Mira. — Don’t you dare, — she snarled. — But I haven’t done anything yet! — Exactly, you just exist. That’s already irritating. Romance walked behind, sighing dreamily, watching her. — Such fury… such fire… huh, am I gonna get hit again? Mira turned instantly: — Reach out your hand - I’ll hit your feelings. — Oh… romance, — he sighed happily. Mystery, who had been walking slightly ahead, abruptly stopped. Everyone tensed instantly. — We’re close, — he said, looking forward. Ahead of them was an old bridge, leading to a long-abandoned shrine. It looked as if the world had held its breath here. Not a single sound. Not a single movement. — This is where it began, — Jinu spoke. — And maybe… where it will end. Baby approached and added quietly — or we might just find nothing at all. Rumi exhaled. — Then let’s not waste time. The old doors creaked hoarsely as Rumi pushed them inward. The smell of dampness, dust, and something else hit her nose — as if long-forgotten memories had begun to decay too. Flashlights cut the half-dark, the walls covered in ancient symbols, and the silence inside was… heavy. Almost oppressive. — Okay, — Rumi exhaled, hand on her weapon’s hilt. — We need to split up. The faster we gather intel, the faster we get out of here. Mira immediately crossed her arms. — Just don’t dare send me with those two circus acts, understood? — Yep, — Zoey chimed in, — if you’re with them, at least we can be sure they won’t touch anything explosive. — “Circus acts”? — Romance bristled, smirking. — I’m more like a tragic hero with a dark past, but okay. — You’re more like a comedic fail on max flirt mode, — Mira snapped. Rumi rolled her eyes. — Mira, you’re with Abby and Romance. — No! — Yes, — Rumi said firmly. — You are the strongest of us. If something goes wrong - at least they’ll live. — I’m not babysitting these chaotic demons! — And don’t forget - they’re both in love with you, — teased Zoey, whispering in Mira’s ear. — Maybe one of them might actually do something useful in order to impress you. Mira, burning with rage, turned to Abby: — If you so much as look at me wrong — you’re finished. — I only look at the art… of your fury, — he responded with a smirk. Romance melted in adoration: — Oh god, you’re so angry. It’s perfect. Mira groaned in irritation and turned back to Rumi: — This is torture. — This is the plan. And you’re part of the team, — Rumi replied calmly. — Now move. We meet back here in fifteen minutes. If any of you don’t return - I’m coming for you. And I’ll be mad. — Scarier than any ancient beast, — Mystery added grimly as he passed. And so they split up. Abby, Romance, and Mira went right into a narrow corridor where light barely pierced the web of time. Mira led the way. — If any of you touch me - I’m not gonna figure out who did it. You both will get hit. — I love how sweetly you talk to us, — Romance whispered to Abby. — That’s the third time this hour I’m not sure if I’m scared or kinda into it, — Abby shrugged. — I can hear you, — Mira barked — I still think this is punishment, — she muttered, trudging heavily over dusty stone floor. — Sending me with the two most talkative demons on earth - it’s practically betrayal. Abby walked beside her, lazily examining the walls: — I’d prefer to think you secretly enjoy having us around. — I’d prefer to be deaf, — Mira replied without turning. Romance walked behind with a satisfied smile. — You know, when you’re angry - your eyes get this special spark. So… destructive. Suddenly Mira stopped sharply and raised a hand, silencing them both. — You heard that? Both demons exchanged glances. — Heard what? — Abby frowned. Romance cocked his head, listening. — I only heard your heartbeat. Or maybe it’s mine—racing from excitement? — Shhh! — Mira hissed. Her hand slid behind her, and in the next second the air was slashed by a cold light — a spear in her hand glowed with soft blue luminescence, lighting up the narrow tunnel ahead. The shadow of the blade trembled on the wall. The floor went silent. — There… was something rustling, — she whispered, eyes fixed on the dark. — I definitely heard something. It was… alive. Abby tensed. Romance, for the first time, grew serious. A tense silence fell over the tunnel. — We’re not alone, — Mira whispered. — And if this is another one of your stunts… I swear, this time I won’t miss. — No tricks, — Abby said, drawing a small dagger. — No jokes, — Romance nodded, a faint pink flame flickering in his hand. Their steps became more careful. The air around them seemed to thicken. Ahead — only darkness and sound… No, not rustling anymore. That was breathing. In the next moment, darkness coalesced — something whistled through the air. — Get down! — Mira shouted, reacting faster than thought. She pivoted sharply, grabbed Abby by the collar and yanked him back. Nearly simultaneously, her spear flared brighter and deflected a shimmering missile — an arrow forged from living smoke, crimson veins coursing along it. The arrow zipped past Abby’s head and slammed into the wall behind. Stone smoldered instantly. — W‑what?! — he gasped, ending up literally beneath Mira, who crouched over him, one hand holding the spear, the other pressing his shoulder like a shield. Romance, frozen, jaw dropped. — Wow… — he breathed. — That was… hot. — No, seriously, — Abby added, looking up at her. — I almost died, but… I kinda liked it. Thwack! — Mira’s heel struck first one, then the other. — Idiots, — she grated through her teeth. — That thing clearly does not appreciate our visits. Where the hell is your demon intuition and speed?! Or do you need to be thrown under fire every time to make you think? Abby, holding his forehead, groaned softly: — So that was care… — Yeah, — Mira squinted. — Say something like that again - and care’s gonna come full force. At that same moment, a second sound came from deep within the tunnel — no longer rustling, but a rasping, beastly growl. The wall where the arrow had struck trembled. Romance straightened, more serious now: — Someone doesn’t like guests. — Well then, — Mira straightened, twirling her spear. — I hope it’s ready for a slaughter… because now I’m in the mood. From the darkness burst a roar — ragged, as if from torn lungs. Something lunged out of the tunnel’s depths, claws extended, twisted fangs gleaming. The creature seemed woven from the same crimson energy as the arrow — flesh translucent, demonic body ragged and asymmetric, like a living nightmare. Mira darted forward first, closing ground to draw the creature’s attention. — Spread out! — she called over her shoulder. — I’ll take it on, you— A screech then sounded. Abby leapt left, casting a blazing sigil into the air. Romance snapped his fingers, creating a flash of light — but the creature didn’t skip a beat. It charged directly at Mira. She hefted her spear— … — Can you hear that? — Rumi’s voice came suddenly, her palm brushing over an ancient stone slab nearly covered in moss. Jinu, standing nearby, broke from the wall and frowned: — Hear what exactly? — Here… a sound. Like… breathing under the stone, — she leaned closer, gently blowing dust from the carved mark. — These aren’t just rocks. Jinu tensed and instinctively took a step back. — Rumi, are you sure you want to meddle with this? She sighed quietly, eyes still on the slab: — I’m tired of being unsure. I want to know everything. Rumi peered at the slab — something strange about it, as if the pattern’s lines glowed faintly from within. She traced a crack with her finger, then abruptly stopped and said evenly: — Jinu, if you want to live - make three steps back. — Sounds like a Rumi-style love confession, — he murmured, stepping away obediently. — With threats. How sweet. Rumi ignored him. Her palm pressed down at the center of the slab — a dull click sounded, like something awakened beneath the ground. The stone shifted aside, and the air instantly thickened. Almost like inside Celine’s cave. — What is it? — Jinu squinted, eyes narrowing. — You accidentally activated another ancient trap again, didn’t you? — If you vanish this time, I’m not looking for you, — Rumi replied calmly. — That sounds like you care… just in your version, — he chuckled. She turned and measured him with her gaze. Jinu still stood in relaxed posture, but his eyes were focused — not on the slab, on her. — What are you staring at? — Your shoulders twitch when you’re tense. It’s kind of cute, — he said with deadly seriousness. Rumi silently turned back to the slab. — One more step closer, and I’ll break your knee. — Romance is alive and well, — Jinu was quiet a moment, then looked back at the slab Rumi no longer touched. The air still trembled with strange energy, but between them hung another silence — dull, slightly awkward. — Listen… — he began, scratching the back of his neck. — I really wanted to apologize. For how things went down back then. Rumi stayed silent. Just clenching her fists slightly — as if struggling with what stirred inside her. — I thought I was doing the right thing. That it’d be better for you, for everyone… — he shrugged gently. — But maybe I just… ran away. Like an idiot. Rumi looked up at him. Her eyes glistened — and it made her more furious than his words. — You really are an idiot. — Her voice wavered slightly. — You could’ve at least warned me, instead of disappearing like some drama hero with a martyr complex. He barely smiled. — Seems that’s my brand. Face for tragedy’s best before. — You’d fit perfectly on a ramen pack labeled “spicy sadness.” — she muttered and suddenly punched him full-force in the shoulder. — Hurt? Good. Now listen up … Jinu winced, rubbing the spot, but didn’t argue. Rumi exhaled heavily and hugged him. Briskly. Her way. No sentiment — simply because it had to be. Because she wanted it. — I don’t forgive you for it. But I’m glad you’re here… alive. Jinu hugged quietly in return: — I’m glad you are too. They stayed like that a second before Rumi pulled away, calmer this time: — But we still have to talk. Seriously. About self‑sacrifice and all that foolish “for you” stuff. — Maybe… on soft chairs? With tea? — With a stool. And my forehead pressed to yours. Jinu laughed. — Looking forward to it.

***

The others were standing around the central burner, discussing their findings, when suddenly — the sound of running footsteps and screaming. — MOVE! I BLINDED HIM BUT NOW HE’S PISSED! — Mira was tearing around the corner at full speed, dragging Abby and Romance behind her, both of whom wore expressions that were equal parts panic and flirtation (still, by the way). — What the- — Zoey started, but didn’t get to finish before it appeared from around the corner. The demon was bigger than expected, a broken, twisted form, like it was sculpted from shadow and claws. Its mouth — if that even was a mouth — was stretched into a bloodthirsty grin, and thick demonic darkness curled behind it like smoke. And it clearly had dinner plans. With them. — Oh, hell no… — Rumi exhaled, and that familiar grin spread across her face — the kind that even demons find… unsettling. Zoey stepped forward, her six glowing blades igniting one by one like they were ready for a deadly dance. — I’ve been waiting for a chance to stretch. Rumi drew her katana, and the air seemed to thicken around them. — I thought this was just recon. Guess dinner’s canceled. — Oh no… this is dinner, — Zoey replied and winked at Rumi. — Boys, — Mira turned and nodded toward the demonic threat. — Sit down. Chill. Hydrate. The grown-ups will handle this. — But we can — Baby started. — BACK OFF, — Rumi barked. Abby and Romance immediately sat down on the same rock without a word, trying their best to look helpful. Mystery crossed his arms and scoffed, and Jinu raised a finger like he was about to object — then wisely lowered it. Meanwhile, the three girls coordinated without needing to speak. With a feint, they lured the demon after Zoey. At the last second, she dodged left — and the beast slammed straight into a stone wall like it was trying to hug it to death. Rubble fell. Dust exploded. And in the haze, Zoey yelled: — Round two, anyone?! The guys, sitting off to the side, watched with genuine interest. Baby, who’d once praised Zoey for being all “sweet and soft,” now looked at her with surprise… and maybe even respect. — Didn’t see that coming, — Baby muttered, shaking his head slightly. — Plot twist… She’s a cutie, huh? Mystery, usually calm and detached, raised an eyebrow in clear astonishment. — She could probably teach all of us how to deal with things like that, — he said quietly, arms still folded. Jinu glanced at the others and smirked. — Looks like Zoey has hidden talents. Would love to know where she picked all that up… Romance and Abby exchanged glances, while Mira was already preparing her next strike. Meanwhile, the demon, dazed by the wall impact, let out a feral screech. Its body began to mutate, growing larger, sprouting jagged spikes across its back — readying for another charge. — Get ready, — Mira hissed, gripping her spear. — This isn’t over. Zoey stepped forward, her blades catching the faint tunnel light. — Let’s show him who he’s messing with. Rumi raised her katana, eyes burning with resolve. — Time to turn this chaos into a demon feast. Our kind of party. With a guttural roar, the demon lunged — and the girls stood shoulder to shoulder, ready to meet it head-on. The creature’s massive claws slashed through the air. Mira sidestepped instantly and jabbed her spear into its side. The metal tip pierced flesh, and black blood sprayed out. Zoey dashed forward, dual daggers flashing. She danced around the demon’s attacks, landing precise strikes to its rear. The monster roared in pain, whipping around to grab her. Rumi struck next, her blade slashing straight across the creature’s eye. The demon staggered, screaming. Zoey didn’t hesitate — all six of her glowing blades lit up in her hands. She hurled them expertly, each one sinking into the demon’s body. It shrieked with fury. Rumi charged, katana gripped tight in both hands. She dodged a swipe and slashed deep into the creature’s chest. The blade sparked — like it had struck something magical, but the wound stayed. The demon flailed, trying to knock them down, but the girls held their ground, backing each other up. Mira leapt, spear raised high — then drove it deep through the beast’s guard. Just as the demon raised a claw for a devastating blow, Zoey dashed aside — and her blades formed a glowing shield around her. The claw struck it — and the shield absorbed the impact. Jinu and Mystery, watching from a distance, tensed — ready to step in if things went wrong. The demon, bleeding and furious, howled and thrashed, but its movements slowed with every strike. Rumi saw her chance. — NOW! — she shouted. All three girls struck in unison — driving their weapons straight into the demon’s heart. One final, massive blow — and the monster collapsed with a dying gasp. Silence filled the tunnel. The girls stood still, breathing heavily, exchanging the looks of victors. Mira grinned wide at the fallen beast. — Boom, bitch. Zoey, just as smug, added: — That’s where you belong. They both laughed, fixing their hair like they’d just walked off a runway instead of out of a brutal fight. Their weapons disappeared with practiced grace. Zoey bent down and picked up a tattered notebook she’d dropped during the battle, holding it up in front of her: — We found this little book! Shall we go study it? Mira nodded, and the girls headed back to the others — ready to uncover the next layer of mystery.

***

After returning home, the girls finally got to relax. Each of them dove happily into what was already their fifth bowl of noodles — one per person, naturally. The air filled with the soft sounds of slurping and chewing, which visibly irritated Baby… but he decided to hold his tongue for now. Meanwhile, the demons had gathered in a corner of the room, intently studying the mysterious book they’d found. They spoke in hushed tones about the cryptic symbols and possible meanings, trading theories and ideas as they tried to unravel the puzzle. The room held a certain atmosphere — on one hand, thick with tension from the lingering mystery… on the other, a casual warmth from the friendly chatter that now connected them all, despite the danger and distrust that had loomed just a short while ago. ʕ••ʕ••ʔ••ʔ••ʕ••ʔ••ʕ••ʕ••ʔ••ʔ••ʕ••ʔ••ʔ Mira stayed behind in the room, sipping tea unhurriedly while the demons around her continued to groan and rack their brains over the strange book. Abby, clearly frustrated, plopped down on the edge of the table and let out a loud sigh. — I don’t get it, — he muttered. — How are you even supposed to make sense of this? It’s all written in some weird language, and no one can actually read a damn thing. Mystery shrugged: — These are ancient symbols. We’re just guessing at this point — there’s no solid interpretation yet. Baby added: — Maybe we’re missing something obvious. Or maybe we need someone with a different kind of experience? Zoey, who had just come back with Rumi, smiled and joined the conversation: — Hm… sounds like we need a hint. Then Mira, without even looking up from her tea cup, calmly said: — They’re runes. You have to mirror them, you idiots. Silence fell across the room. Everyone turned to stare at her, mouths slightly open. Abby finally muttered: — Well damn… who would’ve thought? Mira just smirked lazily and took another sip of tea. Rumi raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised: — And how exactly do you know that? Mira, idly stirring her tea with a spoon, replied with a calm tone and a slight grin: — I used to study all sorts of random crap when I was bored. Trust me - runes are nothing new. You just mirror them and the meaning starts to make sense. — She narrowed her eyes slightly — If you want, I can bring my old childhood diary. I think I even had a rune alphabet written in there. Assuming I can find it buried somewhere in my ancient mess of stuff. Everyone exchanged glances. A strange tension lingered in the air — maybe this was exactly the breakthrough they needed. Zoey smiled: — Well then, Mira… we desperately need that diary. We’re not getting anywhere without it. Baby shook his head with a smirk: — Runes, diaries… We’ve got our own little treasure vault of knowledge over here. Mystery chuckled: — Looks like we’d better trust Mira on this one. If she’s that confident, there’s a reason. Rumi nodded, already bracing for the amount of work ahead: — Alright, let’s wait for the diary. In the meantime, let’s try mirroring the runes — maybe we’ll unlock part of the text. Mira lazily raised her cup: — And just like that, folks… real magic begins. Romance immediately rushed after her, all smiles: — I’ll help you look! More hands, faster search! Mira, visibly unimpressed, quickly softened — knowing she probably couldn’t dig it out on her own. — Fine, — she sighed. — But one condition: do not touch my personal stuff. This is not a thrift store — it’s my childhood archive. Romance nodded with a big grin: — Deal. I promise — just the runes and the diary. Nothing else. They headed off toward Mira’s room, while the others watched them with a mix of curiosity and mild surprise.

***

After finishing the search for Mira’s old diary, the two of them began the translation… but who could’ve known that deciphering runes would turn out to be way stranger than anyone expected? Mira traced her finger along the ancient lines, where her childhood habit of copying forgotten alphabets finally came in handy. The pages began forming coherent phrases — though they sounded… ominous. — Okay… — Mira squinted. — The first line says: “Who tastes the ash of the forgotten shall unlock the path to hidden hearts.” Romance raised an eyebrow. — Ash of the forgotten? What is this… zombies on charcoal? — It’s a metaphor, obviously, — Mira muttered. — Or just another excuse to summon some ancient crap we’ll have to drown in holy water later. They kept going with the translation, and soon they had a full inscription, decoded by Mira and later written neatly on a blank page by Mystery: The heart’s key is locked in memory. Who recalls the sacrifice Will inherit the strength of ancestors. Touch the tear of the fallen And the gate to the Era shall open. Romance scratched his head. — I mean, I’m no genius, but… this kinda sounds like someone’s nudging us to go dig up an old grave. — Or dig up old feelings, — Mira shot back dryly. — Don’t be so dramatic. Although… “tear of the fallen”… I don’t like that. — You’ve got that rising doom-sense again. — That’s not intuition, it’s logic. If ancient texts are asking you to “remember a sacrifice” and “touch a tear”… it’s not gonna be a walk through a flower field. She stood up and shut the diary with a snap. — We need to get everyone. This might not be just a puzzle. It could be a ritual. And probably not a safe one. Romance gave a nervous chuckle: — A ritual? Please tell me it doesn’t involve sacrificing a demon. Especially the cutest one. — Don’t worry, no one’s sacrificing you, — Mira smirked. — We value our sarcastic peacocks. She was already heading for the door when suddenly, the diary lying on the floor twitched. A page slowly turned on its own, revealing a new fragment. A single symbol glowed in a deep crimson red. Romance stopped. — Mira… is that normal? She looked at the glowing rune, her expression hardening: — No. That is very much not normal. Without turning around, she shouted down the hall: — LIVING ROOM. NOW. NO EXCUSES! Somewhere in the distance came a crash, a dropped noodle bowl, and a loud “AAAH MY TEA!” But footsteps were already running toward her. Soon, they would all find out this wasn’t just a book. It was a map. A key… to the Era of the Ancestors. One by one, the others stormed into the room: Jinu, wiping noodle broth from his forehead; Baby, looking like life itself was bothering him; Mystery, calm but sharp-eyed; Zoey, yelling “I SAID DON’T TOUCH MY CUP, MYSTERY!!”; and Rumi — grim, with a juice pouch in hand. — What’s with the emergency meeting? — Rumi asked, noticing the burning diary in Mira’s hands. — We didn’t just find an entry, we found a damn map. And the runes are reacting to us, — Mira growled, placing the diary on the table. — I’m no movie expert, but this doesn’t exactly scream “happy ending.” — Show me, — Rumi stepped forward, peering closer. — …You’re kidding? She ran her finger over the crimson symbol. It flared brighter. Then a second. Then a third. Lines began forming on the page — a map. A full network of routes and markers, like a maze, all leading to an unknown place marked: † Era of Origin † — Is this… some kind of puzzle? — Jinu frowned, stepping in. — It’s an invitation, — Mira said darkly. — And I don’t think we get to decline. — Wait, — Abby interrupted. — If this is the Era of Origin, then… maybe it’s connected to the place your parents were, Rumi? Everyone went silent. Even Zoey, who had been seconds away from cracking a “noodle era” joke. Rumi lowered her gaze and said quietly: — The cave I went to with Celine… there was a sphere, and everything bloomed when Dad used his power. Maybe… that was one of the points. Like a gateway. — So they left you a path? — Mystery murmured. — Like… a protection route? — Or a trial, — Mira added. — This clearly isn’t straightforward. Someone’s guiding us. And I doubt it’s with good intentions. Baby suddenly slapped the table: — So what’s the call? Are we going? Or just gonna sit here and read gothic horoscopes? — Maybe we should prepare first? — Zoey suggested. — Noodles, fresh socks, weapon reload… — All valid points, — Mystery nodded. — Hold up, — Mira squinted. — If the runes reacted… then maybe each of us plays a part in this. Maybe the map only activates with all of us. Maybe one of us is the key. She looked around at the group. — So either we all go together — or not at all. Because someone here is the trigger. Another heavy silence. Then Jinu stood up sharply: — Then I’m in. Last time I held back, we almost lost everything. I’m not doing that again. — Well, if my favorite drama king’s in, I’m not staying behind either, — Rumi huffed. — Count me in! — Zoey raised her hand with a grin. — But I wanna be the sparkly key. — No, — said everyone in unison. — At least with sequins? The rest rose as well — some with smirks, some with reluctant sighs. They knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy. But somewhere in those runes, in that cave, in the Era of Origin — was the answer. To everything. To the past. To why the demons had returned. And maybe… to who was truly behind it all. The final symbol on the map flared to life. And everything fell silent.