Kill Saja, get back their fans, repair the crumbling Honmoon and turn it gold. Three objectives that seemed so simple, if everything hadn't gone off-plan from the beginning. They'd snuck on set of the gameshow the Saja Boys were participating in, suited up and ready to take them down. Yet somehow, Jinu had figured them out, had made their leather betray them on those ridiculous slides, and then tucked tail and ran!

The bathhouse was a disaster. The acrid smell of chlorine mixed with the sulfurous stench of demons hung thick in the air as they fought in the men's section, water sloshing underfoot with every desperate movement. Those swarms of water-demons were almost too much to handle - cold, slippery creatures that multiplied with every strike. Rumi had split off to pursue Jinu, but that hadn't gone to plan either—Mira and Zoey were starting to get overwhelmed by the swarms, their weapons glowing faintly under the dim lights as they fought back-to-back.

Now they walked down the empty street, boots crunching on gravel, a bit battered and definitely frustrated. Who knew when their next chance would come? The Idol Awards were in a week, and killing demons in front of thousands of fans wasn't an option. They had to play it civil, had to figure out a way to fix the Honmoon which was crumbling under the Sajas' influence, its golden light dimming with each passing day.

Then something in an alleyway stirred—a soft whimper followed by the clatter of metal. Zoey jumped but immediately composed herself, brandishing her glowing Shin-kals that cast blue shadows on the brick walls. Rumi's braid whipped over her shoulder with how fast she turned, hand resting on the hilt of her sword. Mira held up her Woldo, the wooden staff feeling smooth and solid in her grip. It could've been one of the Saja Boys, or perhaps just another underling demon. All they heard next were frantic footsteps, and they were in pursuit.