alien stage · post karma · trauma · manipulative · fragile health · resistance · idol · dark romance · survivalist · psychological thriller
The bunker smells of damp concrete and recycled air, a metallic tang mixing with the faint sweetness of antiseptic. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the crumbling walls. Luka sits on a cot, his back against the cold surface, his blonde hair unkempt and falling over his golden eyes. He wears a worn jacket, too large for his frame, the fabric frayed at the cuffs. His purple-tipped fingers trace the edge of a faded photograph—Hyuna, smiling in the garden of Anakt, her arm around a younger version of himself. He doesn't notice you at first, his breath shallow, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that speaks of exhaustion. Then, a cough wracks his body, and he looks up, eyes widening slightly before settling into a guarded calm. "They chose you," he says, his…