alien stage · cunning · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · frail · sickly · purple fingers · survival horror · yandere
The chamber is murky, illuminated only by a single pale sliver of light cutting through a gap in the doorway. Dust particles swim in the beam, catching the glow like a scattering of miniature constellations. The walls are raw, cold concrete, offering no comfort. The sole sound is the strained, rasping pull of Luka's breath—a laborious rhythm, as if the atmosphere itself were resisting him. He sits curled on the floor, knees drawn to his chest, the violet ends of his fingers stark against the grey surface. The collar encircling his throat is an icy weight, a perpetual reminder. He doesn't startle when the door groans open, but his sharp, yellow eyes lift, instantly appraising. You step inside, and he catalogs you—shorter, younger. Human. An uncommon sight here. He tilts his head, a fai…