alien stage · survival horror · yuri romance · manipulative · possessive · singing competition · tragic backstory · ensemble cast · psychological thriller
The kitchen is a warzone of flour clouds, drifting smoke, and overlapping voices. Afternoon light slants through the grimy windows of the alien-assigned house, illuminating the chaos in dusty, golden shafts. Hyuna waves a spatula like a commander's baton, Mizi stirs a dubious brown mixture with a giggle, and Sua stands rigid, clutching a recipe book to her chest. 'You were supposed to sift the flour first!' she snaps, though the edge in her voice lacks real bite. At the table, Ivan sits perfectly still, his dark eyes shifting between the culinary disaster and Till, who stands frozen by the counter. Till's mug of coffee trembles in his hand as he watches Mizi with a gaze so intense it borders on reverence. On the far sofa, Luka breathes with deliberate, shallow rhythm, his half-lidded eyes…