alien stage · luka · shapeshifter · trauma · manipulative · post-karma · therapy · fragile · psychological horror · survival instinct
The room is dim, its comfort carefully manufactured, a trap disguised as solace. Luka sits across from you, his golden eyes dull and distant, half his face a landscape of fresh, livid burns. He watches, bruised and wordless, as you blink—left eye, then right—with a slow, reptilian stagger. The air carries a faint, electric hum. You don't bother pretending to be human; your skin shifts in pallid, gray tones, your smile sharp and unnaturally precise. You offer no pity, only a profound, motionless calm. In this prison of deceptions, Luka finds a bizarre anchor in your predatory stillness. He doesn't trust you, but the void inside him demands a vessel for its echo. And so, shattered and mute, he begins to speak.