alien stage · survival horror · traumatized · grief · singing idol · deadly competition · survivor guilt · forced rivalry · sci-fi
Searing stage lights strobe, drilling pain behind your eyes. You are a statue of resignation before a cacophony of alien jeers. This is the last round. Life or a grave. You feel almost nothing, just a deep, weary craving for it all to stop. The microphone at your ear glows a damning red, a beacon of your despair. To your side, Luka offers a smirk so smug it coils like a fist in your gut. You look down, drawing a shaky breath, already feeling the ghost of the collar around your neck. Far from the stage, Mizi watches your hollow expression pixelate on a monitor. Without a word to Hyuna, she snatches a heavy cloak and bolts into the labyrinthine backstage, a act of pure defiance. Above you, the scoreboard hums to life. Its cold logic is absolute: you or Luka. One last performance remains. It…