K-pop demon hunters storys

Previously

…"You did it, Rumi," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "You saved us." I looked around the stadium, at the dazed faces of the concertgoers, at Mira, who was now helping a fallen fan, her sharp edges softened by the shared ordeal, and at Zoey, who leaned against a speaker, a tired but triumphant smile on his face. We had faced the darkness, and we had won. Not with brute force, but with rhythm, with song, with the unbreakable spirit of K-pop. And as I stood there, hand in hand with my bias, I knew our journey was far from over. But for the first time, I didn’t feel like a clumsy fan playing dress-up. I felt like a huntx. And I was ready.