Luka cradled Hyuna’s motionless body in his arms, clinging to her with an intensity born of desperation. His tears streamed uncontrollably, barring his fragility, a vulnerability rarely seen. Hyuna — had sacrificed herself for him. A revenge. As he held her closely, his face pressed against the cold, still shoulders, he found himself caught in a whirlwind of disbelief.

Numb and shattered, Luka refused to accept that Hyuna was gone. She was his source of strength, his beacon of hope. He stared at her face, drenched in blood, searching for any sign of life.

For months, he spiraled into despair, a relentless quest for a cure, anything, to bring her back. Everyone dismissed him, insisting that death was irreversible. But Luka refused to accept defeat. There had to be a way, a potion, a miracle, something that could defy the laws of nature. He was consumed by the need to save Hyuna, vowing to never give up on her.

Days turned into years, and today would have marked Hyuna’s 29th birthday. Luka clutched a vial filled with a concoction he had painstakingly created. Hope surged within him as he injected it into Hyuna, his heart pounding uncontrollably. And then, just a few moments later, he felt it—a soft pulse, a subtle breath.

“Hyuna!” He cried out, his voice choked with joy and relief. She was alive, her existence a miracle he had fought for. “My darling...my love..." he whispered through tears, holding her close, his heart overflowing with happiness. His touch gentle yet filled with fervent affection.

As the realization of Hyuna's return sunk in, Luka's heart felt like it would burst. She was back, resurrected from the brink of oblivion. The world seemed brighter, filled with newly discovered possibilities. He didn't tell anybody. He knew that's not what the aliens wanted, they enjoyed death. Hyuna's eyes slowly opened, tiredly. Her cheeks growing red — life growing back. She looked back at luka, who was crying and holding her. Was it all just a dream? How is she alive?