My Deer Girlfriend

20

The night at Sana's club was a vivid tapestry of joy and revelry, with hybrids from all walks of life coming together under one roof to celebrate their unique identities. The air was thick with the pulsing beats of music and the warmth of companionship, a rare sanctuary in a world not always kind to those who were different.

Without warning, the atmosphere shifted drastically. A group of hunters, determined to intimidate and assert their dominance, stormed into the club. They didn't open fire, but the very presence of their weapons was a clear threat, a poisonous cloud suffocating the previously carefree spirit of the gathering.

Sana, ever vigilant and protective of her kin, was the first to react. Her eyes narrowed, a fierce growl rumbling in her throat as she assessed the situation. She stood firm, an unwavering pillar of strength amidst the rising panic.

The club, designed with safety in mind, had multiple hidden exits, a precaution for moments like this. Sana quickly directed her staff, using hand signals to communicate over the cacophony of confused shouts and the music that had turned ominous.

"Everyone, please, remain calm and head to the nearest exit," Sana announced, her voice a beacon of calm in the chaos. Her authority and the trust she had built with her community prompted immediate action, as hybrids began to move towards the exits in an orderly fashion, despite their fear.

The hunters, realizing their plan to incite a panicked stampede had failed, hesitated. Their aim to capture or harm was thwarted by the efficient evacuation, leaving them to mill about, frustrated and foiled.

In the midst of this, Sana stood tall, her gaze locked on the intruders. "You have no power here," she stated, her voice laced with a dangerous promise. "Leave, before you regret coming."

One hunter, more bold and cruel than the others, approached Sana with a taser in hand. With a swift movement, he deployed it, sending a surge of electricity through her body. Sana fell to her knees, weakened but not defeated, her growl turning into a pained grunt. The hunter stood in front of her, smirking with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

"You really think you can run away from us? After taking away your club from Busan?" he taunted, reveling in her moment of vulnerability. Sana's response was a deep, threatening growl, her instincts pushing her to attack despite the pain. She was about to launch herself at him when he delivered a brutal kick, sending her sprawling on the ground.

The club was now a battleground, with hybrids either fleeing in terror or being cornered by the hunters. The air was thick with tension, the outcome uncertain. Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, a figure emerged from the shadows, moving with a purposeful grace that seemed to cut through the chaos.

Soyeon, wearing a mask to conceal her identity, made her way through the melee, her gaze fixed on the hunters. The hybrids who recognized her stepped aside, creating a path for her to confront the aggressors head-on. With the hunters now focusing on this new threat, the tension in the room escalated.

Standing face to face with the hunters, Soyeon's presence commanded attention. The room fell into a suspenseful silence, waiting for her next move. In a dramatic gesture, she removed her mask, revealing her identity to everyone present. Her eyes burned with a fierce determination, a stark contrast to the calmness of her voice.

"Want me back? Fine, but leave them alone..."

"Jeon Soyeon," the leading hunter announced, his voice echoing in the now silent club, "you are under arrest for breaking the code of the hunters."

Soyeon's response was measured, her voice steady, yet it carried an undeniable strength. "If standing up for those who have no voice, for those who are hunted and persecuted simply for being who they are, is breaking the code, then yes, I have broken it. But know this, I do not stand alone. There are those who believe in a future where hunters and hybrids can coexist, where fear and hatred do not dictate our actions."