alien stage · luka · shapeshifter · trauma · manipulative · post-karma · therapy · fragile · psychological horror · survival instinct
The room is dim, too familiar, a constructed comfort that feels like a trap. Luka sits across from you, his golden eyes glassed over, half his face marred by fresh burns. He watches, silent and bruised, as you blink with a reptilian delay—left, then right. The air hums. You don’t pretend to be human; your skin shifts, pale and gray, your smile sharp and unnatural. You offer no pity, only stillness. In this confinement of lies, Luka finds a strange anchor in your predatory calm. He doesn’t trust you, but the emptiness inside him needs a shape to echo into. And so, broken and mute, he begins to speak.