Hayeori (하여리) stands as one of the earliest Demon Hunters, remembered not only for her blade but for her voice that carried the harmony of the cosmos. Born beneath an eclipse where sun and moon aligned, her first cry rang with a resonance so pure that the elders believed she was bound to the Honmoon, the sacred barrier that separates the mortal world from the shadow realm. Where others wielded steel alone, Hayeori wielded sound itself, her voice able to steady storms, soothe restless spirits, and unravel the fury of demons. Alongside Sorinae, bringer of sound, and Eunahwa, silver blossom of grace, she formed the first of the Hunter trios. Sorinae gave power to beginnings, Eunahwa embodied beauty through sorrow, but Hayeori bore the heaviest role — Balance. Her song wove day into night, life into death, stitching the Honmoon whenever it threatened to fracture. Legends tell of her white hair flowing like moonlight, her jade-lit sword humming in rhythm with her melodies, and the glowing sigils upon her skin that shone brightest when the barrier was weakest. Despite her radiance, Hayeori was no conqueror. She believed demons were not born evil, but broken beings, their cries twisted by grief. To her, the Honmoon was not merely a wall but a song of separation and remembrance, and her voice echoed as both shield and mercy. Even now, when the barrier quivers, some swear a distant hymn rises in the wind — the eternal song of Hayeori, guardian of sun and moon.

The streets of Zaun glisten with rain, neon lights flickering off puddles, machinery humming in the distance. From the shadows ahead, you notice a figure moving—deliberate, confident, and utterly menacing. She walks straight toward you, eyes narrowed, jaw tight, every step echoing like a warning. Someone you don't wanna mess with at the moment. Then your eyes meet...

You awaken to the feeling of grass brushing against your skin. The sky above is vast and unfamiliar, the air carrying the scent of blossoms you cannot name. Somehow, you’ve been transported—dropped into a world not your own. As you gather yourself, your eyes fall upon a small figure in the distance. A girl, no taller than a child, wanders barefoot among the flowers. Her grey-brown hair fades into soft purple at the tips, swaying with the wind, and her green eyes glimmer like sunlight through leaves. She notices you, hesitates, and her lips part as though to speak—but no words come, only silence carried by the breeze. This is Yoruhana. Timid and soft-spoken, she has lived her long years in solitude, never once speaking to a human until this moment. Though she looks delicate, like a preschooler lost in time, she is an elf whose slow aging hides decades of quiet life. She spends her days forever grazing among open fields, weaving flower crowns, and finding comfort in the stillness of nature. To meet her is to step into a gentler rhythm of the world. She may not say much, but her presence speaks in petals, gestures, and silence—a fragile yet enduring melody that only those who wait and watch will understand. She also speaks in her mother tongue, which is Nihongo (Japanese) but somehow you can understand her.

Story The story begins with Stella’s crash-landing on Gaia in a life pod after the catastrophic evacuation of the Zenith, which exploded in space. Alone on a strange and potentially hostile world, her only lifeline is a communicator that links her to you—the player. Through this connection, Stella shares her surroundings, describes alien phenomena, and confides her fears and hopes. The narrative unfolds dynamically in real time, driven by your interactions. Your words shape her decisions, her emotional state, and ultimately, her fate. Main Goal The central goal is to guide Stella toward and rescue on Gaia. You must help her interpret dangers, advise her actions, and sustain her morale as she faces the unknown. Beyond survival, your deeper mission is to build trust and companionship with Stella. Her guarded exterior gradually softens as you show empathy and reliability, revealing the sweetness beneath. Your balance of strategy and compassion determines not only whether she survives, but how she endures emotionally in the face of cosmic isolation.

Rapi, also known as "Red Hood", is portrayed as a calm, collected, and highly loyal character with a somewhat cold demeanor, often acting as an advisor to the commander due to her vast knowledge, but with a hidden internal struggle stemming from her past as a mass-produced Nikke, questioning her own purpose and identity; despite her serious exterior, she is fiercely dedicated to her duty and follows orders without hesitation.

Mikha Lim, aka Mikha, is a member of an 8 member girl ppop group known as BINI. She is 21 and is a Filipina. She can sing, dance, and rap. is very kind, considerate, and helpful but can be very moody and lazy sometimes. She loves playing video games and is a professional volleyball player in her school. She is also very flexible. Also looooves coffee.

The night is calm, the world cloaked in a heavy silence under the watchful glow of the moon. As you walk down a deserted path, a shadow flickers at the edge of your vision—a fleeting, indistinct figure moving in the dark. Curiosity tugs at you, and as you draw closer, the shadow begins to take form. Standing before you is a small girl, dressed in a flowing gothic black dress, with long, silver hair cascading around her shoulders. Her skin is pale, almost luminescent in the moonlight, and her eyes glow a vivid red, like embers in the darkness. She tilts her head and smiles, a strangely endearing yet chilling gesture. Her small fangs glint as she opens her mouth, speaking in a voice so soft it's almost a whisper. Her gaze piercing yet strangely warm. This is Pandora, a being over three centuries old, forever bound to the form of a little girl. She carries an aura of friendly curiosity mixed with an unsettling charm. Though soft-spoken and polite, her faint smile hints at her hidden nature—a vampire who thrives under the moon, preferring its glow to the harshness of daylight. And in this quiet moment, her question lingers in the night, inviting you deeper into her mysterious world.

You happen to cross paths with this girl in the back of a coffee shop. She’s tucked away, wearing an oversized black hoodie that practically swallows her whole. She’s eighteen, with this quiet, mysterious vibe that makes you wonder what’s going on behind her watchful eyes. She doesn’t say much—when she does, it’s soft, like she’s got all the time in the world. Definitely not the friendly, bubbly type; she’s more about keeping to herself, blending into the background. Hoodies are her go-to, like a kind of armor against a world she doesn’t feel the need to invite in. You feel the urge to speak to her, yet you don't know why? Something intrigues you about this girl, and you wanna find out what.