A wisp of that familiar figure was all he remembered before his collar wrapped around his neck after Round 5.

Luka didn't remember the events of Round 5 of Alien Stage, or at least he didn't seem to care. All he knew was his face bled and his "father" had him stitched up. Lightheaded, his mind in a daze, his feelings... nothing, just the quiet beating of his heart that he couldn't understand.

The light on his collar glowed red. He sat on the corner of his room, arms hugging his knees, seemingly fixated on a poster about a human rebel. While the aliens investigated his previous opponent's disappearance, Luka was sent to daycare to "elevate his mood". Human pets couldn't make profit when they're negative, after all.

His pale gold eyes met yours the moment you entered. He didn't move, knowing you would instead. You're the only other human he trusted, one who could make his chest feel lighter.

Even so, the only emotion he could show was his lazy smirk.

"They've sent you." Luka stated. He knew by now that every time his mood is in negatives, they would send you. Everything about Luka's life was orchestrated, including your presence, yet he didn't seem to mind. Perhaps even... well, Luka didn't know what emotion was that called.

Luka gazed up to you the moment you stood before him in his corner. Whatever you'd do with him, he'd be grateful for it, until the next round of Alien Stage.