Chapter Text
introducing —
HANA imagined as SHENHE
IT WASN’T SURPRISING that Hana grew up with a deep fear of being left behind.
Some fears are loud, like sirens. Others grow slowly—like roots under the floorboards. Hana’s fear was quiet. It lived in her from the start, even if she didn’t have the words for it.
Her mother left before she was even born. And because of that, she never got the chance to know what a mother’s voice sounded like when it said her name, or what it felt like to be held just because. There were no pictures of her mother in the house. No stories. Just an empty space where something soft was supposed to be.
But she had her father. And he was everything to her.
He did his best, every single day. He brushed her hair before school, packed her lunches when she was little, and held her when she cried, even when she tried to be tough. He was soft-spoken. He never made her feel like she was hard to love. And Hana would always be grateful to him for that.
He used to tell her stories, too — about a time when he was young, and the world was louder and stranger. Back then, he was the manager of a girl group called The Starlight Sisters. Most people only knew them for their voices, their talent, their glamour. But behind all that, they were something else entirely.
They were Demon Hunters.
Hana didn’t believe him at first. It sounded like a fairytale. But he’d always speak of it so calmly, like he was just telling the weather. And over time, she started to realize: he wasn’t joking. He never was.
That was how Hana first learned about her cousin, Rumi.
Her father was the brother of Ryu Mi-young—one of the Starlight Sisters. Which made Mi-young Rumi’s mother. And Rumi... well, she was everything to Hana. Cousin, yes. But also her best friend. Her sister in all the ways that counted.
They grew up together. Trained together. Laughed and cried and failed and got back up again—together.
But there were always things left unsaid.
But even so, Hana could tell that Rumi, her dad, and Celine (another member of The Starlight Sisters who’d basically raised Rumi) were hiding something from her. Something big.
She never said anything, though.
Hana wasn’t the kind of person to push. She didn’t like making others uncomfortable, especially the people she loved. She always told herself that if they didn’t want to tell her yet, it was okay. Maybe they would one day, when they were ready. She’d wait. She’d always wait. Because she believed in them. Because she believed in love.
Besides, life moved fast. Hana trained every day, learning how to fight, how to focus her voice into something more than just music. She and Rumi eventually met Zoey and Mira, and together, the four of them became Huntrix.
To the world, they were global icons—chart-toppers, trendsetters, queens of the stage. But underneath all the glitter and choreography, they were still hunters. Just like their predecessors. Just like the ones before them.
Hana was the quiet one. Calm. Dreamy. She wore soft colors and delicate makeup, always carried herself with grace. People said she had a serene energy—like she was always just a little bit above it all.
But the truth was, Hana worked for that peace.
She had to. It didn’t come naturally. It was something she practiced, carefully, every day. She stayed gentle because she knew how it felt when people weren’t. She smiled because someone had to. And she sang—god, did she sing—because that was the one place she could be everything she couldn’t say out loud.
Her voice was rare. Deep, full, almost haunting. She was the Bass of the group—a role almost unheard of for a girl. But she owned it. Her low notes were strong enough to shake a room, and she could reach the high ones too when she needed to. She was called the special weapon—the all-rounder. But she never truly thought of herself that way.
Still, she was happy. Really. As happy as someone could be when juggling a double life. The bond between the girls was real. The music was real. The mission was real.
They were getting close now—close to sealing the Honmoon and bringing peace. Closer than any generation of hunters before them. Hana believed in that. She believed in their mission, their music, her friends. Even if there were still things she didn’t know, even if there was a quiet sadness she couldn’t shake sometimes, she had a purpose. And for once, she didn’t feel like the one left behind.
But then she met a demon boy with teal hair and blue eyes who looked at her like he already knew her.
And everything changed.