The screen flickered. Red light flooded the stage.
Nine figures emerged through smoke—crimson leather, black chains, horns catching spotlight like weapons. The LED screens behind them displayed flames, molten lava flows, crumbling architecture.
Team Hell & Demons.
Minjae stood center front, silver hair styled in aggressive spikes, black liner smudged around his eyes. He looked dangerous. The costume suited him perfectly—half-open leather jacket revealing a mesh shirt underneath, chains crossing his chest.
Taeyong flanked him on the right, immaculate in a tailored black military jacket with gold embroidery. His styling was completely different from Inferno—darker, sharper, more corrupted. Gold contacts made his eyes gleam unnaturally under stage lights.
The backing track hit hard. Industrial trap with distorted guitars.
Minjae grabbed the microphone stand like a weapon.
"Perfection bores me, rules confine,
Drew my own unholy line—"
