[FREEZE FRAME!] Chapter 1 Execution
Sefu Iskandar stands at the center of a stage in a brand new suit, surrounded by shadows that wield cameras and flashes and speedlights and softboxes, all looming over him and waiting for a signal. The boyâs body language is as strong and energetic as ever, but even through the screen you can sense the hollowness in his eyes as the Assistant whirls around in their chair and snaps.
He barks out orders as shutters click and lights flash, and Sefu obeys without a word. He shifts effortlessly from pose to pose as the lamps grow brighter and the shadows circle closer, revealed as carbon copies of the gas-masked man as they draw closer to the light. Regardless of his efforts, none of them seem pleased with his workâ it starts as nudges into the poses they seem to want, but escalates quickly to shoves and slaps that the broken boy barely reacts to as he holds his position.
His mind had left this place long ago; it died when heâd realized what heâd done, right there among his friends in the middle of that trial. So as the execution streaming cameras lost sight of his twirling body amidst the crowd, it didnât feel as much like execution as it did putting him out of his misery.
The only sign of Sefu in all the commotion is the occasional yelp loud enough to carry past the machinery noises, or the rare glimpse of an arm or leg bent at an unnatural angle. Time passes at an excruciating pace, leaving your imagination to wonder whatâs happening to him, if the video has an end, if theyâll ever let you leave this room. Finally, finally, the shadows retreat like curtains pulling away to reveal the final attractionâŚ
The bruised and broken body of Sefu Iskandar, propped up on a chair like a ragdoll.
The Assistant walks out on stage, straightens the corpseâs tie, and takes a photo for himself.
[Sefu Iskandar, the SHSL Suit Model, has been executed.]
[art credit for this chapters exe goes to Amelia!]














