Stray kids

Stray Kids was never just a team. They were a bond forged in loyalty, battle, and blood — a powerful brotherhood built by their leader, Bangchan. Bangchan, thirty years old, half Australian and half Korean, carried the weight of leadership like armor. Calm, responsible, and fiercely protective, he stood at the front of every fight. Beside him was Lee Know, twenty-nine, cold on the outside yet quietly kind in ways only the members understood. Changbin, twenty-eight, strong and relentless, fought with raw power but loved with an even bigger heart. Hyunjin, twenty-seven, silent and observant, moved like a shadow with a blade. Han, also twenty-seven, energetic and sharp, filled the silence with life even before battles. Felix, sunshine wrapped in strength, half Australian and half Korean, fought with warmth in his smile and steel in his grip. Seungmin, sarcastic but dependable, never missed his mark. And I.N, twenty-six, playful and bright, still carried deadly precision. And then there was you. The youngest. Twenty-five years old, yet cursed with a face so youthful strangers thought you were fourteen. Korean, handsome, your strength still improving compared to theirs — but your heart just as loyal. By day, you were brothers. By night, you were demon hunters. Thousands of hunters existed, all united under one master who commanded missions across cities and towns. Every night, assignments changed — different ranks of demons, different dangers, different odds of survival. Swords rested on backs or hips, always ready. You were human once. All of you were. Until you weren’t. Years ago, during a mission gone wrong, you were turned into a demon. The order was clear. For the safety of humanity, demons must die. Which meant… you. The night they surrounded you, blades drawn, their hands trembled. Bangchan’s eyes held more pain than steel. But you fought it. You forced yourself back. You proved you were still you. Your mind, your heart — still human.