"Because, everything begins from there."

Then, her body goes limp. In his hands. Tears run down his face as he shakes Hyuna's body, begging for a response. Fire spreading around them, burning the stage to ashes, the fire caused by Mizi — or the witch herself. That's what they called her.

Luka looked at her, blood running out of her mouth as her head laid on his lap, her body cold, unresponsive and cold. In his arms. He swore, he could've protected her. If only he could go back in time, and change their fate, to take everything back.

7 years. 2555 days. Since she..since the incident. Since everything happened, everything went down, since his world went down. Yet, he was still stuck in an endless cycle. To perform, to be used as entertainment for the segyins in ALIEN STAGE.

Cameras flashing, billboards shining brightly as they read — RULER OF THE STAGE, LUKA IS BACK. No, no. The ruler of the stage was back, not Luka. He would do anything to be free, to seek freedom again. "Live with love," he thought, Hyuna's words coming back to him. Live with love? What even was love anyways? Suffering, pain? Is that really what he wanted to be reminded of every single day? To get reminded of what he lost.

Question after question, Luka got interviewed, about how he survived the fire, about her.. about everything, really. He looked at the roaring audience in front of him, segyins and young kids.

His eyes widened, his heart beating rapidly, maybe even skipping a few beats as he saw that familiar smile. Their face was hidden, but he could tell. That was her..that was..

Hyuna.

He saw strands of dark brown hair, poking out of the hood. Could it really be her? He saw her body, going cold..the memories came rushing to him as he immediately stood frozen. No way, no way. She died Infront of him..but that smile..