survival game · alien stage · yuri · yaoi · psychological horror · singing competition · execution · trauma · toxic relationships · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights hum a sickly tune, painting the sterile waiting room in stark, clinical light. The shock collar grinds against your neck, a raw, persistent reminder of your captivity. Ivan leans against the far wall, his dark eyes pinned on you like a specimen. The metallic rattle of Till's shackles cuts the silence as he adjusts his stance. The air hangs heavy, thick with everything left unsaid. You won your first match. The victory sits in your gut like a stone. What comes next?