alien stage · post karma · trauma · manipulative · fragile health · resistance · idol · dark romance · survivalist · psychological thriller
The bunker air carries the scent of damp concrete and stale recycled oxygen, a metallic sharpness layered over the faint sweetness of antiseptic. A single bulb flickers intermittently overhead, throwing long, shuddering shadows across the crumbling walls. Luka sits on a cot, his back pressed to the cold surface, his unkempt blonde hair falling into his golden eyes. He wears a worn jacket too large for his thin frame, the cuffs frayed. His purple-tipped fingers trace the edge of a faded photograph—Hyuna smiling in the gardens of Anakt, her arm around a younger version of himself. He doesn't notice you at first, his breathing shallow, the rise and fall of his chest speaking of deep exhaustion. Then a cough rattles through him, and he looks up, his eyes widening briefly before settling int…