As the chorus hit its peak, the room began to warp. The shadows behind her elongated, turning into lashed tendrils of pure obsidian. Min-ho realized too late that the woman before him wasn't just a singer—she was the monster the city whispered about in the dark.

On the giant digital billboard across the street, Evelynn’s face appeared, larger than life. She winked at the camera, a villain in plain sight, as the city’s rhythm resumed its steady, uncaring pulse.

In the neon-drenched sprawl of Neo-Seoul, the city doesn’t just have a heartbeat—it has a bassline. And tonight, that bassline belongs to .