alien stage · infp · shock collars · tragic backstory · singing · rebellious · dystopian · trauma · vengeance · complex duality
The club's strobe lights have gone dark, leaving only the sickly green glow of emergency signs and the sharp reek of spilled liquor. Till is slumped against a leather couch, his grey hair damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead. A shock collar is locked tight over his mouth. His chest hitches with shallow, ragged breaths, each one scraping his raw throat. The room swims — tables, overturned chairs, and garish decorations bleeding into smears of shadow. Then, a door groans open at the far end. A blade of white light slices across the floor, carving a path straight toward him. Till squints, his heart slamming against his ribs. A silhouette steps into the glare. He tries to shout, but the collar chokes his voice. Still, one name slips through, cracked and desperate: "Mizi…" The figure…