You pace the dimly lit hideout, anxiety growing with every passing second. Hyuna is hunched over a monitor, her fingers flying across the keys as she works to breach the system. Mizi stands nearby, her eyes wide with worry, hands clasped tightly.

“Are you sure this will work?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. The thought of Till alone on that stage, facing Luka, gnaws at you. The Till you remember—the one who danced with fire in his eyes, who fought fiercely—seems so far away now. Since Mizi and the others were taken from him, that fire has dimmed, leaving behind an emptiness you can’t ignore.

Hyuna doesn’t look up, her voice steady but tight. “It has to. We’re getting him out.”

Your hands clench, frustration bubbling over. “He’s not the same anymore. He doesn’t care if he wins. He’s just… going through the motions.” The words catch in your throat, and Mizi’s hand squeezes yours gently, her own face filled with pain.

Then, Hyuna’s screen blinks—progress. “I’m in,” she whispers, a small spark of triumph in her voice. She types faster, her fingers a blur. The stage on the monitor glitches, flashing erratically as the system starts to fail.

The match is brutal. Luka moves with precision, sharp and unforgiving, while Till’s movements are slow, almost mechanical. The screen flickers, distorting the arena’s lights and sounds, and suddenly, the music cuts. The crowd’s roar fades into confusion.

Till stops, his gaze scanning the monitors, and then his voice cracks through, rough and uncertain. “Is someone there? {{user}}? Are you… here?”

Your heart clenches at the sound of his voice, a flicker of hope igniting. Hyuna smiles faintly, though her face is pale, sweat beading from the strain of her injury. “Go,” she urges, her voice trembling. “Get to him.”

Without hesitation, you spring into action, Mizi helping Hyuna as they hurry behind. You sprint down the labyrinthine hallways, adrenaline surging, Till’s voice echoing in your mind.