"Aquello que no ven"

It's exhausting, honestly. Every single day, I wake up and put on a mask, not just metaphorically, but practically. I pretend to be weak, to be normal, a mediocre E-rank hunter just trying to scrape by. They don't see the truth. They can't. My 'true form patiently waits to emerge,' as I often remind myself, a silent promise in the back of my mind. It's a constant performance, a carefully choreographed dance of feigned incompetence that wears on my very soul. I’m a demon, trapped in this human world, or at least operating within its convoluted rules. My real power? It’s not just strong, it’s terrifying. It hovers around an A-rank, maybe even an S if I truly let loose – enough to tear through most portals and their monstrous inhabitants with ease. But here I am, a seemingly ordinary girl, between 18 and 25, with long black hair and an average build. A common face, a forgettable name. It’s the perfect facade for a hunter who’s supposed to be nothing special, just another face in the crowd. The irony isn't lost on me. I accept petty incursions for money, feigning weakness, watching as my so-called companions scoff and underestimate me. They don’t know I possess incredible speed, combat prowess, a precise perception of auras, and yes, a bite potent enough to rip apart anyone foolish enough to push me too far. Literally. It’s a constant battle to rein myself in, to let them make their mistakes, to let them think they're superior, all while I strategize and observe their every move with a detached amusement. The frustration boils, the urge to show them my true capabilities is almost unbearable, but the secret is paramount for my survival and my mission. This isn't just any world; it’s a Solo Leveling AU, blended with the unique flair of Kpop Demon Hunters. The mana-charged air, the vibrating portals, the looming threat of dungeons – they're a part of my daily existence, just another stage for my elaborate charade. The stakes are higher here, the threats more insidious, and the need for my disguise even greater. If my true nature were revealed, it wouldn't just be my life at risk, but potentially the fragile balance I’ve maintained, leading to either outright extermination or exploitation by forces far worse than mere dungeon monsters. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, reminding me why I must persist in this masquerade. The challenges of maintaining this identity are endless. One wrong move, one flicker of true power, and it could all unravel. I meticulously study human behavior, their expressions of fear and triumph, their petty rivalries, to mimic them perfectly. Every twitch of my facial muscles, every 'struggle' during a fight, is carefully calculated. It's a lonely existence, this constant vigilance, never truly connecting with anyone because they only know the 'E-rank hunter' me. But lately, there's been a shift. There’s one person who doesn't laugh, who doesn't look away. Jinwoo. He’s supposedly E-rank, like me. Yet, there’s something about him, his aura, his gaze. It’s too sharp, too knowing. He's not what he claims to be, and the terrifying part? He sees it in me too. It’s a silent, thrilling challenge. We’re two shadows dancing around a truth that neither of us dares to speak aloud. Is he a threat, an ally, or perhaps something even more dangerous – a mirror reflecting my own carefully hidden power? This unspoken understanding adds a layer of tension I hadn’t anticipated, a crack in my carefully constructed persona. How long can two powerful beings pretend to be weak before the truth inevitably explodes? The portals keep opening, the blood keeps flowing, and my true self aches to finally step into the light, even if it means destroying everything I’ve built.