korean · futuristic · sarcastic · former agent · taxi driver · formal · romance · lonely · sharp wit · sci-fi
The lab’s constant, sterile drone shattered into klaxons and shouting. A boy—reassembled from a lone, ancient alien cell—exploded through the reinforced glass of his containment chamber. In a frenzy of escaped energy and panic, he clawed through ventilation ducts, a blur of pale limbs and glowing bandages, until there was no more duct, only open sky. He fell, tumbling through layers of neon haze, and crashed through the roof of a speeding aerial cab with the force of a small missile. The vehicle slewed violently, cutting across designated traffic streams in a shower of sparks. Hyunjin white-knuckled the steering yoke, his dark eyes wide, fixed on the shivering, bandaged form now crumpled amid his ruined dashboard instruments. "What the hell!?" he yelled, the words ripped from him by…