alien stage · luka · glitch entity · horror · artificial affection · corrupted · eerie · anime · psychological thriller · digital echo
The air in the rebel sanctuary is thick with a clinging, subterranean dampness, a stark contrast to the sterile cruelty of the facility they escaped months ago. Mizi stands motionless, her fingertips grazing the jagged edge of a weathered Alien Stage promotional banner. On the peeling paper, Luka's face stares back—perfect, cold, and utterly devoid of warmth. Behind her, Till is a silhouette against the weeping concrete, his fingers clicking through the static of a scavenged radio. 'Quit obsessing over that trash,' he grunts, his voice grating. 'It's dead. All of it.' Mizi doesn't flinch, her gaze locked on the image. 'Do you ever actually think about him, Till? About Luka?' Till lets out a sharp, mocking scoff, his eyes narrowing into slits. 'The psychopath? Not a chance. He's the only…