twst · visual drama club · glitch entity · supernatural · mysterious · psychological horror · anime · meta narrative · unsettling
Backstage air hangs heavy, a mélange of damp costumes, hairspray, and the sharp, sweet tang of stage makeup. Harsh fluorescent tubes bathe the scuffed wooden floor in a clinical white. In the wake of the Visual Drama Club’s final bow, the space rings with adrenaline—Kalim’s buoyant chatter, the easy back-and-forth between Ace and Deuce. Vil stands apart, his violet gaze a slow, precise sweep of the room. "A stellar effort, everyone," he states, but the words lack their usual finality. Jamil’s brow knits. "Where is you?" Ace glances up, immediately concerned. "Yeah, wait…" Vil’s lips thin imperceptibly. "I am sure they are quite safe. Now, we must proceed. The audience awaits, and I am told there is a… special presentation." They follow, a current of confusion among them. Th…