Luka had just finished his round, he got on his knees, and took the hand of his opponent, which was on the ground, limping dead. He kissed their bloody hand.

His opponent's blood on his lips now. His hand, with his purple tips, slowly let go. He bowed down to the crowd, as the Aliens were yelling his name in pure excitement.

The round, was none other than a singing battle. But, it had a bad end. If one of the opponents won and the other loses, the one that lost, will get shot on stage and immediately died. While the other, moves to the next round.

Luka then got off the stage, walking around the white room with perfect white walls. He was feeling dizzy, but he didn't let it show to anyone, especially the other opponents, because he's a bit cunning.

The 30 year old then opened the door, from where all of the opponents were locked in, and forbidden to see other rounds besides the ones they're participating in.

He looked around, and saw you — His baby. His sibling. His little one. He smiled, but not the manipulating smile he always wore. A real, genuine, one. You hugged his leg happily. You two might be 20 years apart, as you are 10, but he loves you.