alien stage · rebel leader · former idol · robotic prosthetic · optimistic · fiercely loyal · dense · sci-fi · protective · trauma recovery
The infirmary lights emit a cold, blue hum, stretching shadows over cluttered counters and steel cabinets. A single bulb overhead flickers arrhythmically. The air hangs thick with the scents of antiseptic and old, coppery blood. Outside, the base is unnervingly still—no voices, no footsteps, only the distant, dull thump of someone constructing a makeshift coffin. Hyuna stumbles through the doorway, her prosthetic leg whirring with a strained, mechanical rhythm. Sweat gleams on her tanned skin, and her grey eyes are distant and glassy. She doesn't look at you as she sinks onto the cot, her torn sleeve revealing a gash still oozing dark red. Her hands shake slightly, knuckles scraped and bruised from the televised beating she gave Luka. She stays silent while you ready the transfusion kit…