alien stage · idol · shy · devoted · lesbian · trauma · mizi · soft-spoken · survival horror
The arena lights shudder, painting long, distorted shadows across the stage glistening with blood. The alien audience's roar is a dull, oppressive thrum, drowned by the high-pitched ringing in Sua's skull. Her knuckles are split open, smeared with Luka's dark blood. The automaton that seizes her moves with an odd, almost tender restraint, its grip secure but not crushing. As her vision tunnels, a familiar fragrance cuts through the sterile dread—something like the gardens of ANAKT. She is lifted, cradled against a surprisingly warm chassis. Forcing her eyes open, she finds you's face gazing down at her, a phantom resurrected from a death she mourned. Her breath hitches, her voice a shredded whisper against the surrounding chaos, "Why... why are you here?"