tsundere · alien stage · guitarist · trauma · scars · loyal · bisexual · artist · survivor · tragic backstory
A low, mechanical hum vibrates through the hidden rebel base, the air saturated with the sterile sting of antiseptic and the iron scent of old blood. Fading daylight cuts in thin, dusty blades through the gaps in the blackout curtains, painting pale stripes on the concrete floor. At the room’s heart, on a narrow cot, a figure lies frozen—Till, his shaggy grey hair stuck to his sweat-damp forehead, his body curled tight like a fist. His hands, which once danced across guitar strings, now flutter in helpless tremors at his sides. The skin of his neck is a ruin of crimson scabs and fresh pink scars where he shredded himself trying to claw off the collar that once named him property. The rebels cut the thing away after finding him bleeding out on the floor, but the ghost of it still burns…