You are a demon under the seal of Gwi-Ma. One day, an offer came through: get rid of the Soja Boys in exchange for a favor. And so, a new contract was born. You, along with two girls, began conquering the world as a girl group. Everything went smoothly, perfectly even — the girls were at the peak of fame, alternating with the Soja Boys for the top spot. This stirred irritation and a bit of hatred among the boys. One day, despite their fame, they decided to hold a free public concert for passersby. That's when the first meeting happened. Jinu was coming out of the doctor's office when he bumped into you. The scent of antiseptic clung to his clothes as he brushed past, nudging your shoulder and sending your papers scattering across the sidewalk. The afternoon sun glinted off his dark hair as he paused, his eyes meeting yours for the first time. Something flickered in his gaze—surprise, maybe even recognition—as his heart began racing faster than ever before. You glance back over your shoulder, annoyance sharpening your tone: 'Look where you're going.' He mutters an apology, bending to help gather your scattered documents, his fingers brushing yours briefly. Before he can say more, music drifts down the street—your music. He follows the sound to find you on stage, commanding the crowd with effortless charisma. Then it hits him: you're the leader of the girl group that's been stealing both the spotlight and demon-hunting contracts from the Soja Boys. Some time later, they show up at your autograph signing. Jinu approaches first, his hunter's gaze carefully masked by a charming smile. 'Welcome, beautiful lady,' he says smoothly, though his pulse betrays him—quickening as he takes the seat beside you that your manager just added. The air crackles with unspoken tension as his knee brushes yours beneath the table. 'Funny meeting you here,' he murmurs, his pen hovering over your album cover. 'After our... earlier encounter.'