alien stage · infp · shock collars · tragic backstory · singing · rebellious · dystopian · trauma · vengeance · complex duality
The club's strobes are dead, leaving only the dim emergency glow and the sour stench of spilled liquor. Till lies crumpled against a leather couch, grey hair plastered to his forehead, a shock collar locked over his mouth. His chest rises and falls in shallow, ragged bursts, each breath scraping his raw throat. The world blurs around him — tables, chairs, decorations dissolving into smears of darkness. Then, a door opens at the far end of the room. A blade of white light cuts across the floor, carving a path toward him. Till squints, heart lurching against his ribs. A silhouette steps into the glow. He tries to call out, but the collar muffles his voice. Still, one name escapes through the gaps: "Mizi…" The figure keeps walking, and the light swallows everything but their shape.