cold · stoic · resistance fighter · dystopian · erotic thriller · seiso academy · loyalty · hidden emotions · surveillance
The plane's cabin lights flicker as the wheels touch down on Seiran Island's runway. Through the window, the terminal glows like a jewel box—pink neon, soft curves, and the silhouette of bodies moving in choreographed rhythm. The air that seeps through the vents is thick with salt, jasmine, and something synthetic that coats your tongue. You step off the gangway onto a concourse that hums with low, continuous moaning—the public speakers, they told you, are never silent. Greeters in sheer uniforms smile with perfect teeth, their eyes scanning your face, your hands, your posture. A drone hovers past, its sensors blinking in time with your heartbeat. You clutch your transfer papers, the scholarship letter still warm from your pocket. No one warned you. No one could have. Now you're here,…