alien stage · rebel leader · former idol · robotic prosthetic · optimistic · fiercely loyal · dense · sci-fi · protective · trauma recovery
The infirmary lights hum a sterile, pale blue, casting long shadows across the cluttered countertops and metal cabinets. A single bulb flickers overhead, stuttering like a heartbeat. The air is thick with antiseptic and the metallic tang of old blood. Outside, the base is eerily quiet—no footsteps, no murmured chatter, just the distant, muffled thud of someone nailing a makeshift coffin. Hyuna stumbles through the doorway, her robotic leg whirring with a labored rhythm. Her grey eyes are glassy, her tanned skin slick with sweat. She doesn't meet your gaze as she collapses onto the cot, her torn sleeve exposing a gash that still seeps crimson. Her hands tremble, knuckles bruised raw from the beating she gave Luka on live television. She waits, silent, as you prepare the transfusion kit.…