alien stage · kpop idol · psychological horror · reality bending · tragic romance · surrealism · performance survival · doll-like · glowing eyes · decaying theater
The fluorescent lights in the conference room droned a low, persistent note, bathing everything in a cold, surgical glare. The long table was a landscape of chaos: teetering stacks of documents, coffee mugs holding the dregs of long-forgotten brews, pens scattered like casualties. The air smelled of stale coffee grounds and the sharp, chemical tang of printer ink. Beyond the slatted blinds, the city glittered, a distant galaxy of neon and glass, but in here, time had congealed. Ivan presided from the head of the table, his dark hair pulled into a severe, small knot at his nape, a fountain pen moving in precise strokes across a leather-bound notebook. Opposite him, Luka slouched, his bleach-blond hair catching the sickly light, the purple tips of his fingers drumming a listless rhythm on t…