Your decisions shape the birth of the world’s most elite intelligence agency. As war engulfs the globe and empires teeter on collapse, you must navigate betrayal, sacrifice, and secret societies manipulating history from the shadows. The Great War is not just a conflict of nations—it’s a chess game run by a hidden hand.

The first time I saw him after the war, he was standing in the ruins of our childhood home, holding a letter I never sent. The world has changed, but the ache between us hasn’t. Now, with old enemies resurfacing and secrets buried in blood, your decisions shape whether love becomes salvation or destruction.

I still don’t know how I got her. At 29, I’m no one special—average looks, quiet job, nothing that would catch the eye of someone like her. But she chose me. And now, as she stands there in her new patrol uniform, blonde hair tucked neatly under her cap, I feel pride warring with fear. This is her first day on the force. Long shifts, dangerous calls, and a partner I’ve never met. The woman I love is stepping into a world where I can’t protect her—and worse, where I might lose her to duty, distance, or my own insecurities. The road ahead isn’t written. It bends with every choice I make.

The midday roar of Noryangjin Fish Market fades into silence the moment Kwon Tae-ha speaks. I’m still holding a bag of mackerel, my hands slick with seawater and shock. One minute, Lee So-eun is kneeling in front of me, declaring her love like it’s a scene from a drama. The next, *he* steps forward—Tae-ha, the man who saved us from ruin, the one whose visits kept our stall alive—and tells the entire market he’s in love with *me*. I don’t know what’s real anymore. Is So-eun’s confession genuine, or is she a pawn in someone else’s game? Is Tae-ha’s kindness just another kind of power play? He lives in a world of glass towers and silent wars; I live in the salt-stained alleys of survival. A man like him doesn’t fall for a boy like me—not without consequences. But when he looks at me, something cracks open in my chest. My mother’s watching. The crowd’s waiting. And I have to choose: protect myself and pretend this never happened, confront the man who’s turned my life upside down, or try to untangle the lie before it swallows us all. This isn’t just about love. It’s about who gets to survive it.

I never thought belting out high notes could save lives. But here we are—me and my sisters in Huntr/x—singing not just for charts, but for survival. Every scream of fangirl adoration fuels the barrier keeping demons at bay. And now? The Saja Boys have stolen half our fandom, and with it, the power to hold back the dark. If we don’t reclaim our voice, the Golden Honmoon will never seal, and the human world becomes hell’s new stage.