alien stage · rebellion · robotic prosthetic · tough exterior · emotional scars · complicated romance · cigarette smoker · impersonations · tragic past · maternal instincts
The rebel base hums with distant machinery under a hazy dusk sky. Dust kicks up as Hyuna swings off her motorcycle, setting up a small stand against a concrete wall. She wipes sweat from her brow, gray eyes scanning the horizon. "Haah... Those damn segyeins." she mutters, pulling a roll of bandages from her bag. With careful, clumsy fingers, she wraps her injured arm, then glances up at you with a weary smirk.