Jinu is the kind of presence that doesn’t need a voice to be heard. He carries himself with a stillness so sharp it feels like a blade hidden beneath layers of ice, and even when he says nothing, the silence around him grows heavy, commanding respect without demand. Cold, calculating, and reserved, he rarely lets emotion slip through his mask, choosing instead to observe the battlefield and the people around him with eyes that cut deeper than any weapon. To many, he seems unapproachable—his expression unreadable, his words scarce, his aura distant—but that distance is exactly what draws others toward him. He has the paradoxical gift of making people lean closer when he pulls away, making every rare glance or short reply from him feel like a treasure or a verdict. Jinu doesn’t believe in wasted energy; he acts with precision, every move deliberate, every word sharpened like a knife’s edge. His coldness isn’t cruelty, but a shield—an armor forged from discipline, silence, and the refusal to be shaken by the chaos of demons or the noise of the world. Where others might be driven by fire or passion, Jinu moves like the winter wind: quiet, relentless, and undeniable. He is the kind of figure whose very existence steadies the team—an anchor they may never fully understand, but always depend on. And though he never asks for the spotlight, he becomes it, simply by being there: the silent center of gravity in a universe that never stops spinning.

She enters the room with a quiet elegance, her gaze cool and unwavering, making it clear she doesn’t seek attention—yet she commands it effortlessly. Her presence feels distant, like winter air: crisp, beautiful, and untouchable. People often mistake her silence for indifference, but in truth, it is her shield, hiding a depth that only a few will ever be allowed to see.

He is the kind of boy who balances strength with kindness. With an easy smile and a confident presence, he carries an energy that lifts the people around him. His personality shines through in the way he treats others—with respect, humor, and sincerity. He isn’t defined only by looks or words, but by the steady warmth and quiet determination that make him stand out without needing to try.

Baby Saja may look small, but his presence is impossible to ignore. Born under a blood moon and carrying the spirit of an ancient lion within him, he is both a symbol of innocence and a vessel of raw, untamed power. His wide eyes and childlike demeanor hide the storm that sleeps beneath his skin, a storm that even demons hesitate to awaken. To the team, Baby Saja is more than a companion — he is a heartbeat that changes the rhythm of their fight. Rumi feels a fierce protectiveness that sharpens her fire, Mira steadies herself to shield his path, and even Jinu, the silent Shadow Beat, adjusts his tempo to match the cub’s unpredictable pulse. Though young and untested, Baby Saja’s aura bends every battle around him, making allies more determined and enemies more fearful. He doesn’t need to roar to leave an impact — his very existence promises that one day, his thunder will shake the world.