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World Tour: Night 6
Osaka, Japan
Back at the hotel, the girls rearranged the living room into a makeshift studio, with the couch angled toward the window light, a ring light softened to a warm glow, and the phone perched on a tripod. For once, none of them were in performance mode. No glitter. No costumes. Just them.
Bobby lifted a hand. “Alright, three, two… and—”
Zoey looked straight into the camera, steady and sincere. “Hello, world. Most of you know us as K-pop idols. But by now, you also know the truth. We’re demon hunters. And we can’t do this alone anymore. This message is for every hunter band out there.”
Mira leaned forward slightly, her voice low and urgent. “You’ve all seen the reports. America is drowning in demons. If it falls, the rest of the world isn’t far behind.”
Rumi inhaled carefully, her ribs still sore, but met the lens with quiet determination. “We’re following our original tour schedule: California, Washington, Texas, Florida, Georgia, Illinois, and New York. We’ll fight as we move east, while other hunter bands perform nearby to help repair the honmoon. We’ll kill as many demons as we can.”
Mira nodded once, firm. “If you’re demon hunters, please, help. Be in the state we’re in each night. We need you.”
“And cut!” Bobby clapped. “Perfect. I’ll upload it immediately.”
The girls slumped back into the couch, the weight of what they’d just asked the world settling over them.
~~~
World Tour: Night 7
Osaka, Japan → En Route to the USA
The next evening, the private jet waited for them on the quiet tarmac. Inside, it was all glossy leather, soft lighting, and an overwhelming array of snacks that someone had clearly ordered without restraint.
The girls settled in, Rumi scrolling through her tablet, Mira staring out at the runway lights, Zoey already elbow-deep in a snack basket.
“No new messages from other hunters,” Rumi murmured. “We need more help. Or… something miraculous.”
“I vote for both,” Zoey said around a mouthful of chips. “Also? Nap time. Definitely nap time.”
Mira’s lips twitched into a smile. “We have eleven hours. Plenty of time to sleep.”
Zoey gasped suddenly. “Wait, Rumi, should you even be looking at a screen right now?”
“…you’re right,” Rumi sighed. “I need a distraction.”
“Oh! I have a new turtle compilation to show you.” Zoey perked up instantly.
Mira slowly turned toward her. “Didn’t you just say Rumi shouldn’t look at screens?”
“I’ll cast it to the TV,” Zoey countered. “Bigger. Softer. It’s basically medically approved.”
Rumi waved a hand. “It’s fine.”
The plane lifted off, gliding into a sea of clouds. As it leveled, a notification pinged on Rumi’s tablet.
Mira snatched it before she could look. “It’s Alice. She’ll meet us at the airport.”
“Good,” Rumi said. “Before we land, we need a real plan. Not just… ‘fight the demons.’”
The three of them leaned together, tossing ideas back and forth until the cabin dimmed and the city lights of Los Angeles flickered beneath them.
~~~
World Tour: Day 8
Los Angeles, California
The jet touched down just as dawn painted the sky with pastel colors. Fog curled around the wheels as a black SUV rolled up beside the plane.
The girls stepped out in dark layers and sunglasses, practically unrecognizable, but still unmistakably iconic.
“Ahhh, L.A.,” Zoey breathed in dramatically. “The smell of ambition and car exhaust.”
The SUV door opened, and Alice climbed out, short black hair swinging, cropped jacket over a band tee, boots heavy on the concrete. Relief washed across her face when she spotted them They piled into the SUV. The doors thudded shut, and the car pulled away toward the waking city.
Alice glanced back at them. “So what’s the updated plan? I know the basics, but fill me in.”
Mira straightened. “We’ve been thinking it through.”
“With Rumi benched,” Zoey added, “it’s just the two of us fighting.”
“And since they need my harmony part,” Rumi explained, “I’ll be singing over a speaker from somewhere safe.”
Alice blinked. “Wait, remotely?”
“It’ll work,” Zoey said. “We’ve tested it.”
“We’ll be fighting while hunter bands perform across the US,” Mira added. “Bao Boys start tonight.”
“And we’re hoping more bands join in,” Rumi finished.
Alice nodded slowly. “ATLAS starts their shows tonight too, San Francisco first, then every city or close to it, you were supposed to hit.”
“Perfect,” Mira said. “We’ll hunt while you perform.”
“Let’s just hope it’s enough,” Rumi murmured.
Alice asked, “But… how are you getting to every major city in a state in one night?”
Zoey flashed a mischievous grin. “We have a friend for that.”
The SUV rolled to a stop at their hotel.
Alice squeezed their hands. “Good luck tonight, Huntrix.”
“You too,” they replied.
~~~
World Tour: Night 8
Los Angeles, California
Their hotel room transformed into a war prep zone.
Zoey fastened small speakers onto the belts she and Mira would wear. Rumi set up her mic and laptop on the desk, headphones ready. Mira scanned news feeds and honmoon readings.
At 8 p.m., both concerts would begin. Both would draw demons like moths to flame.
Rumi slid on her headphones. “Everyone ready?”
Mira and Zoey nodded.
Rumi whistled, a soft and shimmering note that cracked the air. A blue glow spiraled open on the floor. Derpy, the blue tiger, rose from the honmoon like a guardian spirit.
Zoey immediately latched onto him, rubbing his cheeks. “Hi, baby!”
Mira and Zoey each grabbed a handful of Derpy’s fur. “Ready.”
The tiger sank back into the portal, pulling them with him, and in a blink, they stood outside the packed LA stadium, where the Bao Boys’ music shook the ground. Demons were already gathering.
Mira summoned her weapon. Zoey cracked her knuckles.
Rumi’s voice flowed from their belt speakers, soft, clear, resonant—the missing piece of their harmony.
Then the fighting began.
City after city, Derpy warped them across California, chasing demon surges and stabilizing neighborhoods before they were torn apart. ATLAS and the Bao Boys joined after their concerts ended, each band carving through the darkness with rhythm and blade.
By dawn, California and parts of its neighboring states were steadier than they’d been in months.
Derpy, exhausted, returned every hunter to their hotel rooms.
Mira and Zoey collapsed face-first onto the bed.
“I don’t think we’ve ever killed that many demons in one night,” Zoey groaned.
Rumi climbed onto the bed, curling around them both.
“Shhhh,” Mira mumbled. “Sleep now. Words later.”
They melted into a warm, tangled pile, bruised, aching, but safe in each other’s arms.
One night down. Six to go.