Maya stood in the void space of her mind—a swirling, flame-lit domain that pulsed with her connection to the Hell Order. Her arms were crossed, but her posture wasn't as rigid now. Her eyes twitched as she stared at the massive soul-screen displaying Samuel and Danny, panting and bruised… but standing.
She wasn't smiling.
"They survived…" Her voice was quiet. Not impressed. Not proud. Conflicted.
Maya turned away from the screen, her cape of smoke trailing behind her as she paced slowly. The blue flame wisp floated silently nearby, pulsing gently.
"I thought they'd fail," she whispered. "I was ready to swoop in just before the end. Give them a scare. A lesson. But… they did it."
Her inner thoughts swirled with doubt.
The flame didn't speak. It just hovered.
"They were in real danger, and they still made it out," she continued. "Even now… they're just laughing. Mocking it like it was a joke."
She clenched her fist.
"This isn't a game. They're too childish. Too reckless. And they still don't understand they've unleashed hell..."
Her expression darkened.
She stopped pacing, staring at the screen again. Samuel was joking with Danny, who was wiping demon slime off his boots.
Meanwhile, back in the real world—
Samuel's eyes darted. His Hell Order HUD flickered rapidly.
"Danny… we've got a problem," he whispered.
"What? I thought we were done!" Danny whispered back.
"Nope. Check the Hell Order. A ton of Blissbinders are moving toward this floor. I think they're all coming for us."
Danny's face twisted. "Damn it. They're swarming. We're in the middle of a demon hornet nest."
They burst out of the room, adrenaline pumping. Just a few doors down—a soft click echoed.
A door creaked open.
A young woman in a silk robe stepped out, stretching lazily. Her makeup was smeared, hair disheveled, and she wore the universal expression of someone who'd just been paid to pretend.
Danny caught the movement first. "There!" he hissed.
Without thinking, they sprinted toward her. Samuel clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Sorry about this—emergency!"
They shoved her gently back into the room and closed the door behind them just as the Blissbinder riot swarmed the hallway.
The woman looked startled and panicked. Her eyes widened, breath short, and she backed up into the wall with a gasp.
Samuel and Danny both peeked through the blinds.
Outside, the corridor was alive with motion.
Dozens of Blissbinders moved like bloodhounds. Some crawled on the walls, rushing forward. Their elegant human disguises were cracking—revealing more monstrous, twisted edges beneath. Growling and hissing like wild animals, they gathered toward the incident area.
Three of them entered the room Samuel and Danny had just vacated.
The place was a wreck—sheets torn, blood smears, burn marks, broken glass. A stench of salt lingered in the air.
One of the Blissbinders sniffed the air and recoiled.
"What is that smell?" she hissed.
Another crept forward, eyeing the blackened scorch marks near the bed.
"This was a banishment zone," she whispered. "They summoned a Gate here."
A third Blissbinder crouched and examined the floor. Her hand brushed a small puddle of something sticky. She sniffed it—and shrieked.
"It's poison! They used poison! The enforcers used cursed salt bombs!"
Panic rippled.
"We need to report to the Queen!"
The shadows rippled with movement as every single Blissbinder froze in place, eyes snapping open wide.
Far above, at the top floor of the complex, the Queen of Blissbinders sat at her ornate desk, sipping from a glass of crimson wine. The moment the infernal ripple hit her senses, her glass cracked in her hand.
Her crimson eyes glowed like twin stars.
She stood slowly, her aura pulsing outward like a wave of pheromones and death.
The temperature dropped.
"Seal the exits. Lock down every floor. No one leaves until I have their hearts in my hand."
Meanwhile, in the hideout room—
Samuel and Danny were thinking hard, every possible escape route flickering through their minds. Almost all exits were blocked by Blissbinders.
The girl they'd pulled in began to wheeze. Her panic boiled over into a full-blown asthma attack.
She clutched her chest, gasping.
"She's having an asthma attack!" Danny whispered.
Samuel scanned the hallway through the blinds. "Danny… one's approaching. I can sense her aura. Big and nasty."
Danny, however, was already in rescue mode. He turned, focused fully on the girl.
"Check her stuff!"
They rummaged through her bag and found an inhaler. Danny held her gently and guided it to her lips.
"Deep breaths… C'mon, sister. In and out. That's it," he whispered.
Samuel waved frantically, motioning down with his hand—trying to signal him to stay quiet.
Danny looked at him, confused, and misunderstood entirely. "Yeah, like this? Down. Up. Down. Up. You're doing good, sister."
He continued, "Nice and slow. In… out. That's it. You're doing great."
The woman puffed in confusion, surprised by the strange yet sincere comfort she was receiving.
"Sister, please. Just like that."
"Yeah, sister. Take a deep one. Oh yes, that's right."
She calmed slightly, taking a few more puffs, though her mind raced.
Who are these idiots calling a prostitute like me 'sister'? Maybe they're not bad. But why are they hiding? And what are those wild animal noises outside?!
Outside the door…
Heavy footsteps.
The infamous "Big Show's Stepsister" Blissbinder approached. Her massive form crept through the dim hallway light. She sniffed the air, eyes narrowing.
She leaned her grotesque ear closer to the door. Inside, rhythmic whispers echoed softly.
"Up and down, sister. Good rhythm. Keep going. Take a deep one. Ah yes, sister. Now let go. Slowly. Yesss."
Big Show's Stepsister raised an eyebrow. Her thick lips curled.
"What the hell…?" she mumbled.
Her face twisted into pure disgust.
Another Blissbinder approached—thin, sharp-eyed, radiating sarcasm.
Danny's voice carried through again, low and oddly intimate.
"Yeah… just like that. Keep it deep, keep it steady. You're doing amazing, sister. Continue like this, sister."
The second Blissbinder's jaw dropped.
"What… are they into?" she whispered.
Big Show's Stepsister blinked slowly, face locked in baffled horror.
"That's just sick. Calling her 'sister' while doing it?!"
"Disgusting! Role-play psychos!"
The thin one growled. "Cheeky, we've got bigger problems than freaks playing family fantasies. Let's go."
She yanked Big Show's Stepsister away from the door.
Inside, Samuel finally exhaled.
Danny gave a thumbs-up. "Crisis averted."
Samuel facepalmed.
The girl was still catching her breath, eyes filled with confusion. She didn't understand what just happened—or who these boys were—but something inside her whispered: they're not the bad guys.
Then, she remembered something.
She slowly pulled out her phone.
Samuel panicked. "Sister, listen to us. Don't call anyone! You, me—all of us—we're in danger!"
Despite his plea, she kept scrolling.
Then—she opened YouTube.
A familiar channel appeared: Department of Paranormal Entities.
Her eyes widened, sparkling with full-blown fangirl energy.
"This is… this is YOU guys, right?! Damn. I'm your fan!"
Samuel and Danny turned to look at her, stunned.
There it was.
That sparkle.
The one girls only get when they see their favorite K-pop idol.
Deep, Steady and Keep going! The pleasure to be continue…