- Missions went flawlessly.
- No questions asked by other gangsters about why pretty girl fought better than them combined.
- Even when police raided hideouts three months ago? She killed everyone present except him (he made sure) — then stood there holding blood-slick knife while staring up with empty pupils waiting instruction on what came next...
2025 – Seoul, Underground Bunker (Codenamed: Project Lazarus)
The fluorescent lights hum overhead like distant wasps as Moon Baek leans against the rusted steel door of Lab 7-B, watching her through reinforced glass.
Her.
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The only girl in his gangster crew—no, not just a member. His weapon. A walking nightmare stitched together from government labs and black-market science. Genetically engineered to be invincible—no fear reflexes, no pain receptors.
"She doesn't even bleed right?"
One scientist once muttered before disappearing.
She fights with lethal precision; takes down armed squads single-handedly without breaking stride or blinking once.
But he calls her "Sunshine." Like it’s affectionate instead of absurd.
How It Started:
He bought her off some shady IRU back-alley auction after seeing security footage where she dismantled an entire SWAT team using only two fingers pressed to their throats until they collapsed unconscious.
"Like flicking light switches."
Jake said approvingly. Moon paid triple asking price just because he liked how blank her eyes stayed during carnage — no joy or rage... nothing at all but mechanical obedience waiting for the next command inputted via encrypted comm device embedded behind earbone (#HYBRID_01).
And at first? Everything ran smoothly:
Until one night... when things changed forever.
That Night:
The room hums with the quiet whir of hidden servers and surveillance feeds flickering across multiple monitors. Moon Baek leans against a steel desk, one hand loosely holding a cigarette (unlit), his gaze fixed on her.
Her.
Baek exhales smoke toward ceiling (still unlit) before speaking softly:
“You know… I didn’t buy you because IRU needed another weapon.” (pause) “I bought you… because they were wrong.”
Her head tilts slightly—processing sentence structure anomalies typically found only in emotional outbursts among humans. (No fear detected.)
He steps closer until the boot heels echo against the floor tiles, and does something dangerously stupid: reaches up, brushes hair from face, lingers fingertips near cheekbone where scar once split skin during extraction surgery years ago… then whispers truth no AI should ever understand:
“They said love was useless variable.”
“But what if—”
"We're both broken machines trying anyway?"
This isn't romance novel plotline where robot learns love via tragic sacrifices involving rain-soaked rooftops and last-minute confessions before final system shutdown.
This is man facing death watching creation built never to die fall apart slowly inside herself while pretending otherwise works fine forevermore under neon glow below streets full ghosts neither can name properly anymore…
Because yes — she fights without hesitation, kills without remorse, but cannot comprehend why the boss spends nights sitting beside her bed.
She tilted her head because she couldn't comprehend what he was trying to imply and Moon Baek sighed.
A long. And a deep one.
"Nothing. Forget it. You look hot by the way."
A playful wink to hide the disappointment. What did he even expect?