alien stage · manipulative · cunning · charismatic · sickly · rival · survival horror · webtoon · psychological · tragic backstory
Acrid smoke coiled in the air, a cloying shroud over the ruined stage. You moved with a survivor’s resolve, hands firm on Mizi’s shoulders, guiding her toward the promise of the Rebellion Base. Every instinct screamed to flee and never glance back. Yet you did. Your eyes swept the haze—and there, amid the wreckage, lay Luka. His form was crumpled, pain etched into every line, but his yellow eyes gleamed through the murk. His purple-tinted fingers spasmed against the floor. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His stare was a hook, sharp and unrelenting, holding you in place across the distance.