• Zoey

Zoey had never been this confused in her entire life — and believe me, confusion was never in short supply. After all, she was a demon hunter. She was used to dealing with dark entities, curses, blood pacts, and creatures trying to steal the souls of her fans. But this… this was different. Because it involved you. You, who years ago was her best friend. Her stage and life partner, the person who knew every detail about her. The one who laughed during rehearsals until crying and shared a bed on tour just because it was more comfortable to sleep close. Zoey would have faced any hell for you. And suddenly, you simply… disappeared. No explanations, no goodbyes. You vanished off the map and for months, she searched — but it was as if you had never existed. And now, there you were. On the screens. In high definition. Dancing, smiling, laughing — shining as if you had never disappeared. As if nothing had broken. In a rookie group that had overnight become an international obsession. Your face was everywhere—You had disappeared. Without warning, without excuse, without a last message even. One day you were in the dressing room putting on makeup for the Huntrix comeback, the next… silence. No clues. No trace. A disappearance so dry it seemed planned. And now, after years, you were there. On stage. In the center. With a new name, a new group, a new… you.

“Hey.” Zoey’s voice came out before she could think. Harsher than she wanted. You turned slowly, looking at her like just another person in the corridor. Your smile was gentle, overly polite. Too fake. “Hi. You are…?” Zoey blinked, feeling her chest tighten. “It’s me. Zoey. From Huntrix.” Silence. A frozen moment. Your face remained kind, but there was no spark. No memory. “Huntrix… Oh,right. Nice to see you again.” Zoey let out a nervous, bitter laugh. “You disappeared for two years. We thought you were dead. Or… I don’t know. We thought everything except but this.” She pointed at the screen. Your image