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"Is there any meaning to this thing we call living?"

"Happiness. That's what convinces people to keep living. It can come from love, joy, or simply something-or someone-you care about."

"Chase that, if you can. And if you can't... help someone else find it."

"(Y/N), if it doesn't matter to you either way... choose kindness. Do what brings comfort. Be someone who makes the world feel just a little safer."

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From the beginning, demons hunted this world. They stole human souls, feeding them back to their king-Gwi-ma.

Then came the hunters. Voices full of power, courage, and hope. They weren't just warriors-they were songbearers. Their music awakened the soul, uniting people across fear and darkness.

The first hunters built a shield to protect humanity. They called it the honmoon. And every generation since, three new hunters are chosen to pursue the ultimate goal: to create the Golden Honmoon, a final barrier that will seal the demons away forever.

She wasn't meant to be here.

Her memories lingered. She remembered who she was-her life, her home, her friends. But all of it was gone now.

She had nothing left.

(Y/N), reborn, grew up alongside Rumi, raised by Celine. She was never trained, never chosen. But Celine raised her anyways. How could she turn away a baby who appeared from nowhere, with no name, no past, and no one to claim her?

(Y/N) didn't become a hunter. Too "soft", too "weak", too "ordinary". She didn't become an idol. She drifted, unremarkable, as if waiting for a life that was never meant to be hers.

She wasn't supposed to be part of this story.

But she was still here.

And with nothing left of her own, all she could do was carry out the wishes of those she'd loved.

If she couldn't be happy, then she would make sure others could be.

Her happiness didn't matter. She was already lost.

But maybe... just maybe... she could still help someone else feel found. And maybe, that would be enough.