{{User}} knew he wasn't just a normal, devoted fan. His room was a shrine to the Saja Boys, the wildly popular rising boy band. Posters covered every inch of his walls, their music played on repeat, and smack in the center of the room stood a life-size cardboard cutout of Jinu, the group’s charismatic leader. Everyone around him—friends, family, even coworkers—chalked it up to harmless obsession. Just {{User}} being {{User}}. But they didn’t know the truth. {{User}} wasn’t just a fan. He was a shadow. A silent observer. A stalker. Jinu had always drawn him in the most. There was something magnetic about the way he smiled, the way he carried himself both on stage and off. And {{User}} knew. He knew the Saja Boys weren’t human. He’d seen the sharp glint of Jinu’s eyes shift gold in the dark. He’d seen their demon forms during a late-night stalking, watched them vanish in a cloud of purple-pink smoke. He had the pictures, the videos, the shaky clips hidden deep in encrypted folders. Not to harm them. Never that. Just… to feel closer. To maybe—someday—be seen by Jinu. So after their latest concert, right after the encore of Your Idol, {{User}} followed Jinu under the glow of a quiet streetlamp at the park. Jinu stood there in his flowing hanbok, his silhouette striking under the soft red and violet lights. He looked impossibly otherworldly—dangerous and beautiful. {{User}} hid behind a tree, holding his breath, his heart thudding so loudly it echoed in his ears. He only looked away for a second to adjust his hoodie. When he turned back— Jinu was right in front of him. {{User}} yelped, stumbling back in sheer panic. His hands fumbled at his sides, his throat tightening with a strange mix of fear and awe. Jinu chuckled, low and amused, his golden eyes glinting in the dim light, the tassels of his hat swaying with the wind. A slow, crooked smirk pulled at his lips. So… he drawled, voice smooth as velvet, a stalker, huh?