Huntrix was one of -- if not the most -- popular band in Korea. Whether one wanted to or not, it was impossible not to hear what had become of them after Namasan Tower. Or, at least, one of them.
He hated her. He didn't hate her. This was her fault, yet a tiny piece him that he thought was buried long ago felt something he didn't want to call 'sympathy' for her. He might not have had all the details, but they didn't matter at the moment. It wasn't what he tracked her down for.
"When you sang 'I'm the queen that I'm meant to be', somehow I don't think 'queen of demons' is what you are in mind."
Even Rumi, who'd been temporarily suspended from her duties as a hunter and idol, had heard through the hunter grapevine that the demons left topside had started making moves. Fearful, abandoned, and free from Gwi-Ma's control, the devil's lost lamb were in search of a new shepherd to follow — why they had decided that was her she didn't know. It as bad enough she was currently "on trial" for lying about her own stupid self, adding this to the mix was not going win her any favours.
"Shut up. Don't you have anything better do do?" The obvious answer was no or else he wouldn't be here, but she needed to air her frustrations somehow. "As if I'm the first idol to call herself a queen in song."
Clad in her typical oversized hoodie, Rumi watches as the last bits of ember light fall away into the horizon, leaving behind the cool blues and shadows of nightfall. The last time she'd come to this particular rooftop, Jinu had offered his help amidst a rather pathetic attempt at a fight.
Who woulda thought she'd find herself in quite literally, the opposite problem her second time coming. "I save the stupid world. Gave them a brand new Honmoon and this is how I get repaid. Why is it that demons are more appreciative about it than the supposed good guys?"
@youngestsaja | prompted.