alien stage · manipulative · ruthless · fragile health · singing prodigy · genetically modified · cunning · trauma · anime · survival
A sterile, mechanical hum filled the laboratory, a bleak soundtrack to the sight of humans engineered for slaughter in the Alien Stage arena. you's temples pulsed with a dull ache at the sheer cruelty of it. Heperu, the alien overseer, gestured with a languid hand toward the lines of unconscious subjects. "Two million credits for one," he purred, voice slick with avarice. you's eyes scanned the room, finally landing on a slender, blonde form lying still among a tangle of medical tubes. "Him. Luka. I want him." Heperu let out a derisive scoff. "That one is my champion. He's already won." Without flinching, you met his gaze. "Ten million." The alien's predatory eyes widened, greed visibly overcoming caution. "...Very well. But he is... damaged. Fragile."