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Since her parents’ divorce, Zoey’s life has been a constant nightmare, killing the person she used to be. She tried to move in with her mother for a while, but her American education made it difficult to continue high school in Pusan.

So Zoey returned to California and immediately felt unwanted in her own home. Her father did not even try to make her feel welcome. It was almost as if he were encouraging her to move away, ignoring her needs, bringing home dates, and forgetting to buy her medication.

As a half-Korean, half-Cuban, her father was a deadly handsome man. Barely anyone could resist his unique charm, from his dates to Zoey’s teachers, whom she asked for help on multiple occasions.

All for naught.

After the fiasco of her sixteenth birthday, Zoey became so desperate that she reached out to her aunt on the other side of the country to explain her situation. Despite being only her half-aunt, whom her father did not keep in touch with, Danielle immediately offered to pick up her niece from California.

“No, no, I don’t want to be a problem,” Zoey muttered into her phone, “I’ll get money over the summer. I’ll get a job, and I’ll get there by myself,” She said, fearing she was already being too much.

“It’s okay, Zoey,” Danielle’s gentle voice reassured, “If that’s what you want, then I’ll just use this time to get your room ready. Just let me know if anything changes,” She added, and Zoey could not believe what she was hearing.

While her mother was trying to remain her support person, Zoey felt abandoned by her father, despite living with him. Danielle’s support and reassurance were something the future hunter desperately needed at that moment.

And that was how Zoey found herself working at the bar. It was not entirely legal for her, but it was simple enough to help her reach her goal. Smile, serve, collect tips, and do not complain about the disgusting chores, since your boss is risking everything to let you work.

Zoey was always sent to clean out the bathrooms and prepare the bar before opening. Partially because she was the new girl, and partially because she was a minor. Still, she could not believe how people could behave after consuming alcohol.

Zoey vowed never to get drunk.

It was her third week on the job, and she was still getting the hang of everything when she met the woman who would change her life forever in the most unexpected way possible. And it was not a crazy childhood hero claiming she was supposed to become a demon hunter.

It was a coworker.

“Okay, but how is there throw-up on the patio umbrellas? I have no idea!” A warm, low, slightly husky voice shocked the lyricist.

Zoey looked to her side and could not tear her eyes away from the more experienced bartender. The tall Mexican woman in her mid-twenties lifted her cowboy hat with a natural hawk feather, ever so slightly, muttered something under her breath, and shook her head in disbelief.

Zoey’s lips parted in awe as she never looked at the other woman long enough to really notice her.

That time was different. The lyricist watched as the older bartender tucked her dark, loose strands of hair behind her ear, revealing gold hoop earrings, before looking down at Zoey from a height that made the lyricist crane her neck.

“I’m not sure you remember me from your first day. I’m Sol,” The bartender said, smiling cheekily. “Let me help you with that. You’re not too tall, huh?” She added, smirking teasingly.

But all Zoey could focus on were the delicate scars on Sol’s face and the cutest dimples she had ever seen. The future hunter swallowed hard before introducing herself. Or at least she thought she had introduced herself, as she was not sure what words left her lips, if any at all, feeling warmth rise in her face.

Since that day, Zoey made sure to share her shifts with the Mexican bartender. She knew it was just a crush and that Sol was much older than she was, so the lyricist scribbled down her feelings in her notebooks and continued working beside the sunny woman.

However, just as Zoey was seeing the light at the end of this tunnel, getting close to having enough money to move in with her aunt in Connecticut, everything became a nightmare, one that no one should wish upon their worst enemy.

It was yet another late-night shift. People were getting obnoxiously drunk, acting like feral animals, screaming at the screen during the soccer game. Sol told Zoey to stay behind the bar so the guests would not trample her.

Sol was caring like that. Making jokes about her height only to prove her point, tease, and ensure Zoey remained safe. It was infuriating at first, but in the weeks they had been working together, the young woman had learned to adore it.

Zoey was reaching her limit. Not only had she forgotten her ADHD medication, but there was that one drunk client who did not know when to go home. Yet she did not notice when the man began climbing up the bar.

“Stay back!” Zoey exclaimed, her voice breaking as the man grabbed her arm.

Her brown eyes darted around the room in panic. She saw no one who could help her, and the man’s grip was tightening. She could smell his breath, reeking of partially digested alcohol.

“Hey!” A familiar voice reached Zoey’s ears, and relief washed all over her.

A sound of breaking glass and a tray being dropped followed, and Zoey could swear the entire bar became silent. The tight grip on her arm suddenly disappeared, and that was when she saw her.

Sol appeared right behind that man. The tray filled with glasses was abandoned on the floor. Her brown eyes shone with fury and determination beneath her signature cowboy hat when she realized he was armed.

Sol glanced at Zoey, making sure the short, scared teenager was safe, and then pulled the man with more force, creating more distance between them and the bar. She did not care about anything at that moment but ensuring the other woman’s safety.

“Get off he–!” Sol’s voice caught in her throat, and everything suddenly changed.

She pushed the man off her and froze. Her sunny disposition vanished as the color drained from her face. Sol was too scared to look down. The pain that erupted in her chest whenever she tried to breathe completely paralyzed her.

Zoey clasped her hands over her mouth to muffle her scream when she saw her friend wobble and cough up blood. The man stepped back, looking at the young woman with fear, as if he had just realized what he had done.

Everything fell silent as the usually playful bartender blinked, staring into the void before her. The memory of her late boyfriend dying in her arms flashed before her eyes, and the pain in her chest pulled her back to the present.

Suddenly, Sol coughed again, and her legs gave out.

She saw the bar and Zoey’s frightened gaze fly downwards as she began to fall backward toward the floor, certain it was her time. Sol did not feel someone’s warm hands soften her fall.

Zoey shook in panic, watching the waiter in his mid-fifties help Sol lie comfortably.

“I’m about to fucking die,” She thought, unable to talk, feeling her friend tremble as he held her.

Sol looked up and saw her friend Rick. A tall, white, blue-eyed man who was the toughest person anyone knew, always calm and stoic, with the soft spot for the woman bleeding out in his arms.

“Baby girl?” He choked as his eyes became gray in fear, rushing from Sol’s chest to her face.

He was always telling stories about his daughter, and Zoey knew he considered Sol his work kid, always helping her, teasing, telling the most dad-like jokes that made her groan and roll her eyes in annoyance.

But now?

Rick was paler than ever, staring at the oozing wound on the left side of the bartender’s trembling chest. He felt helpless, thinking about how that young woman had become like family to him. He had attended her graduation, every soccer game, and had helped her settle into the new country.

“Pops?” The injured woman choked, unsure whether Rick’s presence was real.

The cowboy hat slipped off Sol’s head and rolled aside as she coughed again. A foaming mixture of blood and saliva ran down her chin, and her brown eyes roamed the void before her, thinking about everything she could have done.

“Oh, God,” Sol’s voice cracked pathetically as another cough made her choke on blood. “I’m growing wings, aren’t I?” she asked in her typical semi-joking manner before taking in a wheezing gasp.

The sensations in her hands and legs began to fade, and Sol felt herself rushing toward the dark edge. With her last sober thought, she retrieved her phone, unlocked it, and looked up at Rick.

“C-call– Ren–” Sol choked, then fell silent, unable to speak anymore.

The waiter did not hesitate for even a moment. He did not wait for anyone to let him act. Rick simply lifted the wounded woman and headed toward the exit, people stepping out of his way, as Sol’s blood left a trail behind them.

Zoey did not see when the attacker was restrained and removed from the bar. She froze, staring at the pool of Sol’s blood and the hat left behind. She finally stepped from behind the bar and reached the spot.

“It’s my fault,” Zoey whispered remblingly to herself, realizing that Sol was just trying to protect her. “Oh, Jesus, it’s all my fault!” Her voice cracked, and she fell to the floor with a dull thud, bruising her knees.

She began wailing like the child she still was.

Nothing could have prepared her for seeing her only friend in this dump of a place die before her eyes, because of her.

Zoey managed only to grab Sol’s hat, holding on to it as if it were life itself, unable to accept that her newfound friend could be gone.

Time may have stopped as well.

People were rushed out as the police took over the scene and began taking statements. Zoey felt lost, abandoned as no one dared approach her.

Until someone finally did.

Someone she least expected.

“Come on, you can’t be here.” A familiar voice barely reached the future lyricist’s ears.

Zoey did not realize someone was cradling her as they helped her reluctantly to her feet. As the young woman continued to wail, clutching the hat, she finally realized someone was speaking to her.

She blinked, wiped her eyes, and saw that woman again.

Her childhood hero.

The lunatic who talked about demons, hunters, and magical barriers.

Kim Celine.

The last Sunlight Sister.

“It’s okay, I gotcha,” The older woman whispered, helping the girl walk.

“Wh-where–?” Zoey tried to ask, but her breathing was uneven and her voice thick with tears.

“I’ll keep you safe, Zoey,” Celine promised as they entered the hotel where the woman was staying.

The comfortable silence reached the teenager’s ears as the typical hotel smell reached her nose. Yet her shoulders remained tense.

Zoey froze in the center of the room, not seeing the cozy interior, as the older woman closed the blinds and peeked out the window. She looked out for a while before refocusing on the young woman in the room.

“You aren’t safe there. I warned you,” Celine said coldly, but it did not look like Zoey was listening to her. “They can feel you’ve been the next chosen hunter–”

“So it really was my fault?!” Zoey exclaimed, interrupting the other woman as tears fell freely. “I need to get to the hospital! I have to find out if Sol’s even alive. I must–!”

“You need to, have, and must stay here! That girl knew what she was getting herself into!” Celine interrupted, not letting the girl argue.

“But–” Zoey choked, her voice cracking as her hands clenched the hat desperately.

Celine fell quiet as she watched the shorter woman’s body language: the tense shoulders, quivering lips, trembling legs; it all softened the hunter’s heart, and her aura changed immediately.

“Come on, Celine. She’s just a kid,” the Sunlight Sister scolded herself, letting out a heavy breath before gently resting her hand on the maknae’s shoulder.

“You can still check in on your friend. The Honmoon will help you,” Celine said, gesturing for Zoey to sit on the couch. “Let me guide you. You just need to stay calm,” she added, seeing the girl still tremble.

It did not work immediately.

It did not work within the first few hours either.

But finally, when Zoey ran out of tears and relaxed on the wide, comfortable couch, it did.

Celine was beside her the entire time, guiding her through the process. She was surprised by how strong the teenager’s connection to the Honmoon was.

Zoey felt as if the magical barrier had drawn her soul from her body, allowing her to ride its melodic waves. She could feel Celine’s presence beside her the entire time, even though she could not see her.

Everything looked too bright, too white, as her spiritual presence was flung from place to place, but after a while she found herself in the right hospital room.

Sol was connected to the ventilator, her entire body paler than ever. Beside her bed sat one person: a woman with dark hair streaked with ginger in the sunlight, brown, bright eyes brimming with tears, her knuckles white as she clutched drumsticks and a jacket.

Zoey recognized the drumsticks and jacket.

“Come on, Sol, come on, come on,” The woman muttered repeatedly under her breath, watching her friend.

Suddenly, Sol’s phone buzzed, and her friend pulled it out.

Just as Zoey was about to lean forward, guided by curiosity, the Honmoon pulled her out of the room the very moment the woman opened the message, leaving Sol and Celine’s presence behind.

Zoey did not know what was happening. The Honmoon’s melody rang in her ears until it abruptly cut off. That was when she saw the sun high in the sky and realized she was on the other side of the world.

The young hunter did not know what she was witnessing.

A young woman with bright blue eyes and golden, curly hair lay in the pool, staring at the sky, her aura radiating worry, anxiety, and guilt. She did not know who the woman was, and before she could question it, the stranger’s phone buzzed, and the Honmoon pulled her away again.

Zoey found herself in a small but bright apartment.

A woman standing in the kitchen kept checking her phone while preparing a meal for her wife, who sat on the couch. She could feel the stranger’s fury and unbridled rage surrounding her, as the cooking woman could not express her intense emotions. Her cold eyes kept glancing away, hoping for new messages. Her thick brows furrowed with worry.

The watch on the stranger’s wrist buzzed. The woman jumped toward her phone with a hopeful look, and the Honmoon pulled Zoey away again.

She found herself in the middle of a rainy street. The lyricist saw another woman, probably in her mid-thirties, who was just as short as she was. The stranger walked past her, anxiously staring at her phone. The hunter managed to catch the latest message.

“Sol crashed a few minutes ago,” The message said, and Zoey felt herself drift away.

The Honmoon pulled her again, sending her to a burger place, where she immediately knew whom to watch. She did not need to know who that person was to recognize the same anxious, angry look and the same hopeful glare at the phone.

Zoey stepped closer.

“I’m gonna hope for a scenario in which Sol barges back here and shouts I LIVED BITCHES!” Another message appeared on the stranger’s phone.

The Honmoon kept throwing her from place to place until Zoey understood what was happening. Focused on Sol’s energy, she witnessed the international connections her friend had made — a new family.

Just as Zoey was about to get sick from how her soul was being tossed around, everything suddenly stopped.

The Honmoon threw Zoey back into the hospital room, where she sensed Celine waiting for her. As soon as the future hunter realized where she was, she heard the heart rate monitor flatline with a loud, unbearable monotone beep.

Zoey could not react as she froze again.

She could only watch as doctors tried to revive the injured woman while Sol’s best friend cried, fearing the worst. As the medical personnel slowed to glance at the clock, a loud thud echoed through the room.

No one reacted as the crying woman fell silent and lost consciousness. Everyone was too busy with the coding patient. Suddenly, to everyone’s relief, a steady beeping filled the room, and Zoey felt like crying again.

“We’ve got a rhythm!” A doctor said victoriously. “Let’s take her back!”

At the same time, more people entered the room to help Sol’s best friend before the bartender was taken away for the follow-up surgery. It was more than enough to make Zoey want to stop being a passive, spirit-like entity.

“I have to be there for her!”

Zoey ran toward the hospital as soon as she returned to her body, not caring that Celine was calling her name. The older hunter knew there was no stopping the heartbroken teenager. She understood that the young woman needed to see the only friend she had made in the sixteen years of her life.

Zoey did not know how she knew where she was going. She could swear that a brightly colored energy led her where she needed to go, but she blamed her tear-filled eyes for the mirage.

Finally, she reached the room where Sol’s best friend was resting in bed. She hesitantly knocked and reluctantly entered, unsure if she was welcome at all. But when the patient saw Zoey, she smiled through tears.

“You have Sol’s hat!” She whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. “We thought she lost it or someone stole it–” She paused, unable to contain her joy, covering her quivering lips.

The teen blushed slightly in embarrassment, realizing how she was holding onto the hat.

“Y-yeah, I found it on the floor–” Zoey confirmed before pausing, unsure how to act.

“You’re that kid that Sol told me about? Working illegally to get away from home?” The older woman asked, and the teenager felt her face flush with even more embarrassment. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.” She chuckled, gesturing for Zoey to sit beside her. “I’m Ren, by the way. Renata, but Ren, please.” She added with a soft but sad smile.

“Zoey. Just… Zoey.” The teen introduced herself nervously.

Zoey sat beside the hospital bed, still holding Sol’s hat. She began playing with the hawk feather attached to it. Its softness soothed her anxiety a little, reminding her of its owner’s reassuring voice.

“Sol loved fidgeting with that feather, too,” Renata said, looking tiredly at the young woman beside her.

“Loved?” Zoey parroted, fear clenching her throat and making it go high-pitched.

The silence was unbearable.

“Why loved? Why the past tense?” Zoey found her voice again.

It was still quivering, but she needed answers.

The older woman lay back, pressing her head against the pillow, staring at the ceiling as her eyes glistened with tears once more.

“Doctors told me I developed cardiomyopathy when I saw them look at the clock while she was… coding,” Renata husked, swallowing her tears with a gulp. “Broken heart syndrome,” She explained, seeing Zoey’s confused and panicked look.

“So where–?”

“I don’t know, Zoey,” Renata interrupted. Her voice was angry, hiding her helplessness behind fury. “I don’t know where Sol is or if she’s even alive. No one would tell me anything until they take me for an EKG,” She said, her voice immediately softening as she looked away again, feeling like a failure.

“I’m sure she’s still fighting,” Zoey said, and to her surprise, Renata scoffed in amusement.

“You sound just as hopeful as her online friends–” She paused, smirking with disbelief, “Yeah, friends.” She confirmed, and Zoey tilted her head in question.

Renata just smiled and looked at the teenager beside her.

“Sol is the most annoying, obnoxious, irritating, loving, gentle, and kind person I know– I still don’t get how any of this is real,” Renata said, closing her eyes momentarily. “Everyone is so hopeful, believing she’ll pull through, and I feel like the worst friend ever,” She continued, looking away in shame.

Suddenly, she scoffed again.

“Sol always said that if someone’s gonna take her out, it’s going to be her,” Renata said, a small smile appearing on her face.

“That does sound like her,” Zoey agreed with a slight giggle. “She’s always so positive,” She added, and her expression faded again.

Renata’s face mirrored her as well.

“She’s just Sol. Always sunny, never showing her dark side. But she was abused at home. All these scars on her face? That’s just her parents’ love,” Renata said venomously, as if she needed to release all the energy and emotion that had been festering within her.

“A few years ago, she watched her boyfriend die during a robbery gone wrong. She couldn’t even look at a gun since,” Renata continued, her voice beginning to tremble, “And despite all that, she’s still sunny, helpful, kind, and annoying as fuck!” She exclaimed, laughing through tears as she began to sob again.

Zoey reached for the tissues and offered one to Renata. She checked her phone and, seeing no messages from her father, realized she had no rush to return home. Her absence was probably welcome.

“Ren needs support, too,” The teen realized, watching the bedridden woman.

“Would you mind if I stay with you while we wait for news about Sol?” Zoey asked, trying to soften her fearful expression and comfort the scared woman the best she could.

“Not at all,” Renata agreed, feeling slight relief that she was not alone anymore, “I mean, all of her friends are flying in already, and those who can’t, keep messaging me–” She paused to shake her head in disbelief, “I had no idea these nerds even knew who she was, and they are all so hopeful, keeping tabs on me as well–”

Zoey hummed, smiling ever so slightly.

“Yeah, Sol has a way to grow on people. Like moss. You never wanted it, but she’s here to stay,” Zoey tried to joke, hoping to lighten the mood at least a little. “Like, your life was cold, dark, and moist, and suddenly she’s there, growing on you, keeping you warm and soft–” She paused, realizing she was rambling.

To her relief, Renata chuckled.

“She’s rubbing off on you. She loves moss,” The woman said, smiling at Zoey. “Just don’t go adopting wild animals,” She added enigmatically with a playful lilt in her voice.

“Huh?” The teen parted her lips and arched her brow in confusion.

“What? She never told you about her pet wolf?” Zoey shook her head, eyes wide in shock.

“Pet– wolf–?” The teen choked in shock.

Although, if anyone had a pet wolf, why did it not surprise Zoey that it would be Sol?

“Well, since I’m already toast for spilling her beans to her online friends–” Renata grinned, moving into a more comfortable position.

Zoey did not know what to expect when Sol’s best friend began her story.

However, it felt exactly on-character to learn that the bartender found a poor, passed-out, hungry puppy full of fleas and ticks and took it in to give it a bath, water, and food, and nurse it back to health.

Zoey’s smile only grew when Renata said that the bigger the dog got, the more Sol thought it looked like a strange-looking husky. Until one night, it began howling at the moon, and the realization dawned upon the bartender.

“She brought him in to sleep one night because he kept whining, missing her. So she finally gave in. She plopped into her bed, and the wolf tried to lie on top of her. She was like, ‘You’re fat as fuck, move,’ and just mushed the wolf around,” Renata said, concluding, and by that point both she and Zoey were laughing wholeheartedly.

With Zoey around, time passed quickly. Renata kept talking, sharing her favorite memories of Sol, not caring in the slightest whether her best friend would kick her butt if she ever found out.

When Sol’s best friend was finally cleared, sure that she did not develop arrhythmia, both Renata and Zoey were relieved to know that the stubborn bartender survived the surgery and was already out in the ICU.

Time is a funny concept. It can rush forward, making the most joyous moment feel like a mere second, or it can slow down, exponentially prolonging the suffering of uncertainty and helplessness.

With Sol surviving the follow-up surgery, during which doctors successfully found and fixed a bleed that kept her crashing, Renata could not stop watching her best friend’s every breath, afraid she would slip away again.

Zoey knew someone had to be there for the other woman, too. Online support could only do so much, but nothing could beat the in-person experience. The lyricist was relieved to realize she was not the only one there for Sol and her best friend. Rick visited them daily to make sure Sol was still alive.

Encouraged and partly threatened by the older man, Renata accepted the food and drink the future hunter brought. Zoey tried to keep the other woman’s mind occupied, but she was too far out of her depth.

So the lyricist just stayed there.

Sometimes it is the only thing you can do.

Finally, two days after the operation, doctors decided to remove the ventilator and let Sol try to breathe on her own. It felt like two years, but Zoey and Renata hugged, crying with joy as they saw their friend finally get better.

Another day passed before they realized Sol was finally sleeping, not in a medicine-induced coma. It was when Renata was rambling about the haunted bridge by her apartment, trying to keep going, that she suddenly felt a twitch.

“Holy fuck!” Renata exclaimed, scaring Zoey in the process, “She squeezed my hand! Holy shit! I can’t believe it!” She continued in exhilaration.

“Oh, my God! Go, Sol!” Zoey exclaimed in joy and relief. She took hold of Sol’s other hand, smiled shyly, and whispered, “Hey, Sol. I miss you.”

Another squeeze shocked the women sitting beside the hospital bed.

They now knew it was just a matter of time before their friend would return to them.

Almost a day later, they saw Sol open her eyes and give them a small smirk before falling asleep again. The bartender kept waking up and passing out for another day. Until, without any warning, the sleepless night was disturbed by a husky whisper.

“Do you have a fake ID I can borrow?” Sol asked groggily, and Renata almost dropped her phone.

“Sol?” Zoey whispered with disbelief, but the woman in question was asleep again. “Ren?” She then asked, looking at Sol’s best friend.

The woman sat frozen, staring at the injured woman in disbelief. Her hands began to shake, and she finally managed to draw a sharp breath before finding her voice.

“I can’t believe that idiot,” Renata whispered through tears of joy, wiping them from her face. “That was literally the first thing she ever said to me,” she explained, chuckling in disbelief.

“Do I even wanna know?” Zoey asked, giggling, feeling calmer than she had in the past few days.

Renata never told her the story of how she met Sol, not wanting to give the young girl any ideas. They continued to sit beside the hospital bed, now fully aware that it was only a matter of when, not if, their friend would wake up.

Finally, on the fifth day, Sol woke up. She smirked at Renata and Zoey beside her. The former made sense, but the latter’s presence was slightly confusing. Nevertheless, the injured woman could not help herself.

“So yeah,” Sol croaked groggily, catching the women’s attention. “Sometimes we get stabbed here,” she joked, trying to distract herself from the pain that paralyzed her with each breath.

“Sol!” The two women exclaimed simultaneously, almost falling off their chairs.

“Sunny-Bunny!” Renata whispered in awe, shock, and relief, seeing her best friend finally awake and responsive after days in a coma. “You’re back,” she added, her voice quivering as she hovered over the bedridden woman, smoothing her hair.

Zoey calmed her breathing and watched the best friends interact. She smiled, seeing their happiness, joy, and contentment. For the first time in her life, Zoey could actually see the magical barrier that Celine helped her use to check in on Sol as the Honmoon circled the friends.

The future hunter knew what she had to do. What she finally wanted to do.

Zoey quietly left the room unnoticed. She smiled at the only friend she had made in Burbank before heading to the hotel room she had left a few days ago. What sounded crazy a few days ago has become more real than ever.

“OK, I’m ready,” Zoey said confidently as Celine opened the door. “I want to protect people just as Sol protected me. And if I get hurt, I want to be able to smile about the life I had. Train me to be a hunter,” she added, and the older woman’s lips twitched into a barely visible smile.

“Come in. Meet Mira. She is already in training,” Celine said, closing the doors behind the maknae.

Soon after that, Zoey left for Connecticut with Celine. As a minor, still lived with her aunt until the time would come for them to leave the States and begin their mission as the new generation of hunters.

Since then, Zoey has never taken anything for granted, knowing how fragile life can be. The lyricist continued to keep in touch with Sol and Ren, ensuring her Mexican friend was recovering well and finding happiness.

It did not happen overnight. Despite her family shaming her for her bravery, Sol moved forward with the support of Renata and Rick. She never regretted her actions. That was just who she was, always trying to help whenever she could.

Despite trauma and survivor’s guilt, with the support of her friends and newfound family, in time, Sol made a full recovery and was able to lead a happy life with the people she brought together.

Zoey, on the other hand, thanks to Sol’s impact on her life, became the most bubbly and optimistic maknae the world of demon hunters had ever seen. She vowed to return the favor by helping people just as the briefly known bartender from Burbank had helped her.