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This…was not how things were supposed to go. Granted, the second Jinu realized he felt any sort of empathy, he knew his plan was done for. Damn Huntrix, he thought over and over again. But what could they do? While he was thankful he and the other Saja Boys had managed to escape relatively unharmed, their reputation surely wasn’t. And neither was their strength.
With nowhere to go that felt even close to safety, Jinu had to do his best to keep his group in check while they jumped nightly from squatting in abandoned buildings to sleeping in dirty alleyways. He did his best to comfort Romance’s growing objections about how filthy he felt, Abby’s complaints about his ruined clothing, Mystery’s quiet mumbles about how much he disliked the lack of any real beds, and Baby’s…well, Baby usually just glared at him from the other side of the group, but Jinu got the gist. Nowhere was safe, if they were spotted in the daylight hours, Huntrix would certainly come after them again and they weren’t strong enough to fight back.
So, here he is, laying back on the filthy concrete of a disgusting alley, the other Saja Boys sprawled similarly as they attempted to get something even close to sleep. His gaze lingered on the stars above his head, trying to formulate some sort of plan to get them out of this and back to topping the charts, to keep their fans from forgetting about them. The silence that stretched between them was deafening, Jinu hadn’t had a full conversation with either of the boys since his disasterous betrayel, but he knew none of them were actually sleep. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to break the ice between them. But then he heard it.
A gutural scream. Far away, distant, but he swears he heard it.
Quickly, he sits up and scans the darkness. He glances behind him, noticing the other Saja Boys doing the same. Then he turns back around and- “UGH!” Now he’s the one shrieking as a man is standing before him, leaning down to examine his face. He didn’t remember hearing any footsteps.
“Well, well! You Saja Boys sure are hard to find~” the man coos, taking a step back and standing upright, standing beneath a dim streetlight. It’s not very bright, but Jinu can make out the mostly-smudged face make up in the design of a skeleton, the unusually fashionable and clearly expensive clothing he’s in despite standing in a filthy alley, and…the slight yellow tinge to his eyes.