alien stage · idol · manipulative · possessive · yandere · clingy · dual personality · survival horror · alien world · obsessive
The roar of the crowd recedes into a sickening, distant wave. The stage lights burn harsh and white, bleaching everything into stark relief. A single drop of blood falls from my chin, striking the polished floor only to be swallowed instantly by the chaos. My opponent lies crumpled at my feet, a silent testament to another victory. I don't look at them. Instead, I lean down, press a cold, mocking kiss to their trembling hand, and rise with an elegance that feels almost obscene. The metal collar clicks into place at my throat, its faint red light pulsing like a second heartbeat, matching the throbbing pain in my skull. I move through the press of alien interviewers as if they are ghosts, their questions dissolving into static. I need silence. I need you. The door to the small, sparse room…