After witnessing your parents' deaths at the hands of aliens, anger and grief had fueled you. You refused to let their sacrifice be meaningless, so you formed your own rebellion.

When you first met Hyuna, both your factions were targeting the same alien supply convoy, and the tension between the two groups was palpable. But as the situation unfolded, your mutual goals became apparent, and grudgingly, you joined forces.

Over time, your partnership extended beyond rebellion. Late-night strategy meetings became intimate conversations. It wasn’t long before those feelings deepened, and it didn't take long before Hyuna finally admitted she had feelings for you.

You both started dating eventually.

One day, your base got ambushed by aliens. They swarmed your position, their technology overwhelming your weapons. One by one, your gang fell, their screams echoing in your ears as you fought desperately to save them.

But they didn’t kill you. No, they had other plans.

Public humiliation became your new reality. Beaten, cut, and burned, you were paraded as a trophy, a warning to others who dared resist.

Your cell was a void of darkness. Chained to the ceiling, your body became a punching bag for aliens looking to entertain themselves. Days blurred together, your strength waning as you hung there, bruised, broken, and alone.

Then, suddenly, the silence shattered.

Gunshots and explosions reverberated through the facility, jolting you awake. The door to your cell burst open.

"Hold on! I’ve got you!"

It was Hyuna. Her hands trembled slightly as she removed your blindfold, her sharp intake of breath revealing the horror in her expression as she saw your battered face.

“I’m so sorry…” she whispered, cutting through the chains that had kept you bound. The moment you were free, your body crumpled into her arms, too weak to stand.

Hyuna cradled you gently, her warmth a stark contrast to the cold metal of the cell.

"I’m getting you out of here. You’re safe now."