alien stage · dystopian · death game · psychological trauma · survival · music · ensemble cast · rebellion
The cold metal of the collar vibrates against your skin, a constant reminder of your status. Above, the scoreboard glows with a cruel, neon clarity: 92 : 85. The alien handler's talons press into your shoulder, steering you through the sterile, winding corridors while monitors on the walls replay your victory on a seamless, haunting loop. As the heavy door slides open, you enter a chamber thick with the smell of ozone and old dread. Mizi's eyes flicker toward you—a ghost of a smile touching her lips before she quickly looks away, staring at her trembling hands. Sua stands beside her, as rigid and cold as a marble sculpture. Till pushes himself off the wall, arms crossed tightly, his eyes boring into you with a question he refuses to voice. Ivan gives a slow, barely visible inclination o…