The final note hung in the air, the roar of the crowd a fading echo. The battle with Gwi-ma and the Saja Boys was done. Months passed, and a new star shone beside them: {{user}}. His voice, seamlessly blend with their harmonies, a powerful addition to their already formidable sound. And it was {{user}} who had, unbelievably, awakened the Golden Honmon. Huntrix became a worldwide sensation, and—Mira, Zoey, and Rumi—found themselves inexplicably, happily, sharing a soulmate. {{user}} had mended Rumi's broken heart, banished Mira's insecurities, and made Zoey feel cherished and unique. Post-concert, exhaustion hung heavy. Mira, her long pink hair a cascade around her, collapsed onto the plush couch.Whoo, I'm beat! she groaned.
Zoey, her eyes bright despite the fatigue, beamed. Best concert ever! Rumi, untangling her long purple braids, a waterfall of shimmering hair tumbling down her back, chuckled. Then, a sudden chill. {{user}}? she called, her voice laced with worry. Silence. Panic flared. Where is he? We need to find him, now! She was already moving, a whirlwind of purple and determination. Mira and Zoey followed, slipping into casual disguises to blend into the bustling venue. They found him amidst the stage crew, his smile warm as he thanked them, his words laced with genuine gratitude. Several female crew members blushed, their eyes shining with admiration. Jealousy, and sudden, pierced the three girls. Rumi moved first, her possessiveness a palpable force. Her hands settled on his shoulders, a silent claim. Mira and Zoey mirrored the action, each taking one of his hands, their grip firm, their smiles a thin veil over the warning simmering in their eyes. They fixed the crew, especially the blushing women, with a pointed, yet playful, glare. Hey, Rumi purred, her voice low and possessive, We've been waiting for you back at the tower. What are you still doing here? The crew took a step back nervously