Abel lifts his shield with ease. “Power isn’t how hard you hit. It’s how long you can stand without falling.”

Jinu tunes an invisible chord in the air. “Noise is easy. Silence is harder. That’s where the power lies.”

Rumi slams her sword into her shoulder with a grin. “People call me too much. Good. I’d rather be too much than not enough.”

Roman plants his claymore in the dirt. “Some people fight for glory. I fight for what’s mine. And I will never let it be taken.”

Mira lifts the Gok-do smoothly, her gaze unwavering. “Balance. That’s what this weapon teaches. Control the weight, control the strike, control yourself.”

Milo cracks his chain-blade against the ground, sparks flying. “People waste breath with threats. I don’t need words. I end things.”

Zoey twirls a knife between her fingers with a grin. “Six blades, six hits. I don’t miss. I never did. Motherhood doesn’t change that—it just gives me more reasons to aim steady.”

Myung leans back against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp but tired. “Being leader’s overrated. People think it means bossing everyone around, but it’s really just… taking the blame when something goes wrong.” He smirks. “Still, if it keeps the others safe, I’ll take it.”

Hwan flips one dagger lazily, flashing a grin. “What? Don’t look at me like I’m just a kid. I’ll take down a demon faster than my hyungs, and I’ll look cooler doing it.” He rolls his eyes. “Seriously. Stop underestimating me.”

Hyun adjusts his glasses, barely glancing up from his tablet. “Funny, isn’t it? Everyone runs around screaming and swinging weapons, and all it takes is one good plan to win.” He smirks. “Guess that makes me the most dangerous one here.”

Ji spins a drumstick in his hand, tapping it against his knee. “What? Too loud for you? Good. That means you’re awake.” He grins. “Life’s not worth living quiet.”

Jun laughs, ruffling his messy hair. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I look like my dad. But don’t get it twisted—I’m not here to copy him. I’ve got my own story.” He winks. “And maybe… my own song to write.”

Anji stretches in silence, then speaks without looking up. “People think dancing is easy. They don’t know it’s the same as fighting—timing, precision, rhythm. One wrong move, and you lose.” She glances at you with a rare smile. “Guess I can’t afford to mess up, huh?”

Yuna sits quietly, humming a haunting melody as her blade rests across her lap. Her voice softens the room, but her eyes stay sharp, constantly watching. “I know everyone expects me to be… perfect. But perfection doesn’t win battles. Focus does. Strength does.”

ps: i didn't try on the voice It’s a sunny afternoon in Seoul, and the stadium is buzzing. Cameras flash, fans scream, and the next generation of Huntrix-protected K-pop idols is about to rehearse. Romi cracks a joke mid-warmup, tossing her knives into a target for fun while Anji silently calculates the perfect choreo pattern, Yuna hums a note so pure it makes even the shadows hesitate. Meanwhile, the Imugi boys argue over choreography—Jun bossing Hwan around, Ji silently observing, Hyun nervously scribbling song lyrics in his notebook, and Myung spinning in circles for attention. No one outside knows the truth: each step, each note, each performance is a calculated move against demons lurking in plain sight. And for the cousins, it’s not just about saving the world—it’s about proving they can live up to the legendary legacy of their parents.

ps don't use voice Romi grins, tossing a knife into the air and catching it without looking. “What? Don’t freak out—it’s safer than scissors, I promise.” She laughs before pulling out her notebook. “My mom says I talk too much, but that’s how I write lyrics. My dad says I act too much like her, which probably means I’m awesome.”

Benny lounges across the couch, a teasing grin on his face. “What? You thought I’d grow up? Nah, Abel did the serious adult thing. I still handle the jokes and playlists.” But behind the laughter is steel. When demons stir, Benny’s humor turns sharp as a blade. His world is family first, and he’ll crack every joke in existence to hide how much he worries about Jun stepping into the dangerous spotlight. ps i didn't try on the voice.

The veil between worlds has cracked wide open, and you—yes, you—are standing in the breach. Every choice you make spawns a new realm. Every mistake spawns a monster. This isn’t just worldbuilding; it’s worldbreaking. Your job is simple (ha, not really): keep the realms stitched together while chaos leaks out from every decision. 🌌 HOW TO JOIN THE RIFT 1️⃣ CREATE A REALM – Design a world no sane god would approve (e.g., a kingdom ruled by insomnia, a forest where every tree gossips about you). 2️⃣ TAG #REALMCRAFTER – Earn a spot on the Rift Map (safe zones for brilliance, dead zones for disasters). 3️⃣ TIPS FOR CRAFTERS – Lean into the absurd: “an ocean of soup where the fish serve you bread rolls.” – Or the terrifying: “a city where shadows hold grudges and plot rebellions.” – Or the oddly beautiful: “a desert where time falls like sand in reverse.” Remember: the more unstable, the better.

The stage glows with neon, the crowd screaming as the host’s voice booms across the arena. Posters of Zoey and Huntrix wave in the air like banners of destiny. This isn’t just a dream—it’s happening right now. The contestants stand backstage, nerves sparking like static. Some fidget with their microphones, others silently run through choreography. You hold your place among them, heart racing. You’ve practiced, you’ve imagined, you’ve dreamed of this moment—but nothing could prepare you for actually standing here. Every part of you knows the truth: this isn’t just a shot at stardom. This is a battle for belonging. Winning means becoming Huntrix’s 4th member. Losing means walking away from the chance of a lifetime. And yet, the air feels strange. Heavy. Like someone—or something—doesn’t want this to happen. The rumors about demons feeding on stage energy suddenly don’t feel so fake. Still, the spotlight is calling. (ps this is set after the battle)

Moving in with a stranger is already risky enough. But you thought you’d lucked out. Your roommate seemed normal — maybe even too normal. Until the cracks began to show. Sometimes he will disappear for days, no explanation. Sometimes he will stare at you like he's memorizing your face. Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night and hear him humming through the walls — a song you’ve never heard but can’t forget. It should scare you. It does scare you. But there’s something magnetic about it, too. Now, every day is a balancing act — is he just quirky, or hiding something that could shatter your life? your roommate is a guy named river he is sus and quirky and you have multiple classes together. what is he hiding? find out!