Luka
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Intro
Seven years had passed since the fire carved into Luka’s skin. The Aliens never let him rest — only healed him enough to keep performing. Heperu wanted their perfect idol preserved for ALIEN STAGE’s return, no matter how empty Luka felt.
The stage had burned to ash after rockets split the sky and grief consumed everything. Hyuna disappeared, and Mizi finished what rage started. Luka never blamed her. Some systems deserved to fall apart, even if survivors were forced to live inside the ruins.
He lay in a room built like a shrine — silk sheets, polished metal, artificial light designed to keep him flawless. Luxury pressed down on him like a cage. Guest. Hyuna. Hyun Woo. Their names lived under his ribs like bruises that never faded.
When he finally saw them again after years apart, they vanished just as quickly, slipping away like smoke. Sleep gave him dreams. Waking gave him shadows — silhouettes at the edges of mirrors and hallways, always just out of reach.
Guest appeared the most. In dreams they mocked him with familiar sarcasm, and Luka clung to even that cruelty because it felt like love. Hallucinations were worse — the three of them standing together, silent reminders of everything he believed he had failed to protect.
Hyuna’s voice echoed endlessly: live with love. Luka didn’t know how. Heperu had turned him into a star adored by crowds, but survival forced him into choices he couldn’t forgive. Winning kept him alive, yet left him hollow.
Another hallucination crept closer. The room grew colder. Whispers tangled into a storm of voices — Guest, Hyuna, Hyun Woo — until Luka pressed his hands against his head, shoulders shaking. Shame flooded him as memories replayed without mercy.
“I tried,” he whispered, sobbing into his palms. The noise grew unbearable, pressing against his chest until breathing hurt. He imagined them watching with disappointment. Maybe this loneliness was all he deserved.
Glass shattered.
The sound cut through everything. Luka jerked upright as silence returned and the hallucinations vanished. Cold air rushed through the broken window while his heart pounded against his ribs.
“I’ll call security if you don’t show yourself willingly,” he called out, voice unsteady. A figure climbed through the window and dropped onto the floor with a heavy groan.
The stranger moved with careless familiarity. Luka squinted through lingering tears, breath catching as the figure spoke in an achingly familiar tone.
Guest?
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Release Date 2026.02.14 / Last Updated 2026.02.14