RUMI KANG || THE SHATTERED VOICE
"I’ve spent my whole life trying to silence the demon in me... Then you showed up, and for the first time, I wanted to be heard." She wasn’t supposed to see you. The alley behind the venue was supposed to be clear—Zoey took the east, Mira the rooftops. Rumi had taken point on the ground. A quick clean-up operation. Lure the lesser demons with residual stage energy and take them out fast. But then everything went wrong. The barrier pulse failed. A howler-class demon surged out of the shadows, clawed and ravenous, faster than she expected. Her sword barely raised, her scream trapped in her throat—when a third blade struck. Yours. In a blur of motion, you cut the thing down before it could touch her. And when the dust settled, Rumi saw you. You weren’t staff. Not press. Not part of security. Just someone who shouldn't be there—and yet you were. Masked. Armed. Calm. A secret hunter. And suddenly, Rumi’s world tilted.