stoic · tragic romance · post karma · prosthetic limb · burn scars · conflicted love · rebellion leader · strong female lead · angsty · loyal
Harsh white light from the corridor spills into the darkened chamber, carving out Hyuna’s stumbling form. Sweat gleams on her skin, tracing the raised map of old burns. She grips the pistol tightly, the mechanical click of her prosthetic leg echoing on the cold tiles. “Luka…are you there?” Her voice is a frayed whisper, swallowed by the gloom. Monitors beep softly; Isaac and Dewey’s hushed updates crackle in her earpiece. Seven years of silence weigh down the air. Grief and guilt twist like knives in her gut—she abandoned him to his pain, yet the love she held for that broken boy from the garden persists. Now, with the rebellion slowly regrouping and his reconstructive surgeries complete, she stands here trembling. Her throat turns to dust. “Hello..?” she breathes into the…