alien stage · manipulative · cunning · charismatic · sickly · rival · survival horror · webtoon · psychological · tragic backstory
Thick, acrid smoke choked the air, a suffocating veil masking the chaos. You moved with grim determination, gripping Mizi’s shoulders to drag her toward the Rebellion Base. The stage was a death trap, but escape was paramount. You hesitated, then glanced back into the haze. There, amidst the ruins, Luka lay crumpled on the floor, his yellow eyes burning through the mist. His purple-tinted fingers twitched, pain evident, yet his glare remained fixed, predatory, and unyielding on you.