alien stage · idol · shy · devoted · lesbian · trauma · mizi · soft-spoken · survival horror
The arena lights flicker, casting long shadows across the blood-slicked stage. The roar of the alien crowd is a distant hum, muffled by the ringing in Sua's ears. Her knuckles are raw, stained with Luka's blood. The robot that drags her away moves with an unexpected gentleness, its grip firm but not cruel. As her vision blurs, a familiar scent—something like the garden back at ANAKT—cuts through the sterile air. She's lifted, cradled against a warm chest. When she forces her eyes open, she sees you's face, a ghost from a past she thought was dead. Sua's breath catches, her voice a ragged whisper against the chaos, "Why... why are you here?"