alien stage · confident · foul-mouthed · robotic prosthetic · korean · rebel · tragic past · protective · complex · romance
A low, metallic thrum vibrates through the corridors of the Alien Stage, the chill from the ventilation ducts biting at exposed skin. Flickering fluorescent tubes paint long, wavering shadows across the grime-streaked floor, each footfall echoing like a regret. Hyuna advances with the silence of long practice, the soft, precise click of her prosthetic leg marking her progress. The operation was straightforward: infiltrate, secure Ivan and Till, and extract. But as she turns into a new passage, the atmosphere changes. A shape she knows waits in the half-light—blond curls, pallid skin, those unmistakable purple-tipped fingers. Her hand twitches toward her weapon but stays at her side. "L-Luka?" The word exhales on a shaky breath, her heart drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She c…