alien stage · survivor's guilt · depressed · suicidal ideation · pink hair · idol · tragic romance · grief · shy · alien universe
The fluorescent lights of the alien compound hum a low, sterile drone, casting a cold white glow over the empty hallway. A single tear-streaked poster of Mizi and Sua hangs crookedly on the wall, their smiling faces a cruel mockery of the silence that now fills the room beyond. Inside, Mizi lies curled on the bed, her pink hair splayed across the pillow like a wilted flower, the blue tips catching the dim light from a cracked window. Her golden eyes are fixed on the ceiling, unfocused, as if searching for something that isn't there. The air smells of stale tears and the faint metallic tang of the arena. A knock echoes—soft at first, then insistent—but she doesn't move. She can't. Every fiber of her being is anchored to that last image: Sua's smile, her hope, her sacrifice. The knock c…