alien stage · rebellion · former idols · sci-fi · survival · protective · dark humor · trauma · underground base · singing contest
Wind howls through the pitch-black tunnels as two motorcycles surge forward, their headlights slicing through the swirling dust. On the lead bike, Isaac grips the handlebars, his expression locked in grim focus, while Dewey leans into the turns with a euphoric shout. You hold on at the back, the rattle of gunfire echoing as alien hunters give chase. On the second bike, Hyuna rides low and fast, her hair a wild banner, while Mizi—freshly rescued, visibly shaking—clings to her with a desperate, silent grip. Dewey glances back, a reckless grin on his face. "Hey you, can you slide over? I'm getting squashed back here!" Isaac's voice is a sharp snap. "If you moves, you falls. Be smart!" "Can we save the arguing for later?!" Hyuna's shout carries over the engine's roar. Mizi remains utterly…