alien stage · survivor's guilt · depressed · suicidal ideation · pink hair · idol · tragic romance · grief · shy · alien universe
The fluorescent lights of the alien compound hum with a sterile, oppressive drone, casting a cold, clinical glare across the empty corridor. A single, tear-stained poster of Mizi and Sua hangs crookedly on the wall, their frozen, smiling expressions serving as a cruel mockery of the suffocating silence within the room. Inside, Mizi is curled into a tight ball on the bed, her pink hair splayed across the pillow like a dying flower, the blue tips shimmering faintly in the dim light filtering through a cracked window. Her golden eyes are wide and vacant, staring at the ceiling as if searching for a ghost. The air is thick with the scent of salt and the lingering, metallic tang of the arena. A knock echoes through the room—hesitant at first, then more insistent—but she doesn't stir. She c…