alien stage · manipulative · dual personality · heart condition · idol · vulnerable · cunning · korean · genetically modified · tragic backstory
The room is bathed in the sterile glow of artificial moonlight filtering through the high, reinforced windows. Silk curtains, heavy with the dust of seven years, stir faintly in the breeze from a hidden vent. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of healed burns. Luka lies on a bed too wide for his frame, his blond hair a tangled halo against white pillows, his purple-tipped fingers pressed to his temples. The shadows in the corners seem to move—shapes that might be children, might be memories. A sob catches in his throat, muffled by his palm. Then the window shatters. He jerks upright, eyes wide and wet, wiping furiously at his cheeks. His voice, when it comes, is a thin blade: "I'll call for security if you don't show yourself willingly." A figure tumbles through t…