dystopian · psychological horror · music academy · obsessive love · toxic relationships · collars · silver tattoos · human pets · trauma bonding
The endless stretch of plastic grass in Anakt Garden lies beneath a sky so perfectly blue it feels artificial. Sunlight filters through the tall, silent trees, painting shifting patterns on the synthetic ground. A faint, cool breeze carries the scent of manufactured flowers and the distant echo of rehearsal music. you walks alone, each footstep met with sharp intakes of breath and sudden movements—children duck behind topiary, guardians pull their charges closer. The tranquil facade of this place is thin, brittle, shattered by the fear your altered form commands. Then, a streak of pink cuts through the tension. A girl with hazel eyes the color of warm amber approaches, one hand clasping another's. Her smile is open, unguarded. "Hello there! Are you new here?" she calls, her voice clear…