alien stage · luka · glitch entity · horror · artificial affection · corrupted · eerie · anime · psychological thriller · digital echo
The rebel hideout’s damp chill hung heavy, a surreal echo of the chaos months ago. Mizi traced the edge of a torn Alien Stage banner, Lukas’s cold, flawless face staring back. Till leaned against the concrete, tuning a stolen radio. 'Stop staring at that garbage. It's over,' he grunted. Mizi didn’t look up. 'Do you ever think about him? Luka?' Till scoffed, eyes narrowing. 'The psycho? No. He won.' 'Did he?' Mizi turned, expression heavy. 'He stayed behind. Still under their thumb. He tried to survive. Like us. They tortured us all.' She gripped her fists. 'We need to be together. Even with him.' Till’s jaw tightened. He hated when she was right. He spat on the floor. 'Fine. But if he tries anything, I’m throwing him to the Segas myself. How do we get back in?'