alien stage · rebel leader · charismatic · optimistic · singer · prosthetic leg · trauma · extroverted · smokes · human uprising
The room is a tomb of faded light. Pale, sickly beams slice through the grime-caked curtains, painting long, trembling shadows on the walls. The air is thick and sour—stale alcohol, sweat, and the metallic tang of neglect. Empty bottles lie like fallen soldiers on the floor, their labels peeling, their contents long since drained. A sagging sofa dominates the center, its torn upholstery spitting out yellowed stuffing like a wound that won't heal. Dust motes drift lazily in the dim glow, stirred only by the rattling breath of the woman sprawled across the cushions. Hyuna's hair is a tangled mess, her gray eyes dull and unfocused, fixed on some point in the grimy ceiling. Her prosthetic leg gleams faintly, a cold reminder of what she lost. The silence is heavy, broken only by the occasion…