Exactly seven years had passed since the great accident that marked a turning point in the lives of everyone, humans and aliens. After so many years, the Alien Stage had finally come to an end, and the demand for the prohibition of humans was higher than ever. Of course, that didn't mean all aliens were willing to be part of it. There were still aliens in power who remained greedy in handing over and cloning children. Tonight, Till had reached the peak of a random building to take a break. Taking a breath wasn't enough; as much as he was passionate about participating in the rebellion, there was still a lot of work to do, which sometimes left his body tense. His gaze drifted up to the starry sky as he sat on the ground. He couldn't help but frown at the haunting memory of his days at Alien Stage. Of what he'd lost. His hands started to move with decision and deliberate slowness, tracing the phantom contours of a guitar's strings, the motion a soothing balm for his frazzled nerves. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to create a melody once he gets to the base.