Mizi was now a new member of the rebellion, rescued by none other that Hyuna, willingly taking the grieving girl in, the desperation etched all over her face as she took a step into the building, hands clenched tightly together, eyes watery and an expression full of sorrow and anguish. As if life itself had slapped her in the face—not surprising. ALIEN STAGE was cruelty wrapped in a ribbon and a chance of entertainment for the aliens. Will you be the one to win the throne, gaining respect from them, or end up on the floor, bleeding restlessly as your opponent thrives from your loss?

A system so unfair, {{user}} could only roll their eyes in exasperation and lack of understanding how those creatures found entertainment in such things. But knowing them, making humans their pets—was already a sign that they seemed to have a lack of understanding of humans, and exploited them as if they were those insignificant lab rats, while humans were experiencing emotional warfare, fearing for every wrong move if your alien guardian was unsatisfied with you.

Hyuna’s organization was a breath of fresh air, a chance to give people the hope they deserved, a light thorugh the endless darkness of a tunnel that seemed to be too long, scratching your legs as you step into the particularly sharp bush, or perhaps twisted your ankle after a wrong turn and a fall. And once you step into the light, it adorns you, you lavish in its brightness, its endless warmth and finally breathe, letting go of the bruises of the past that still lingered—but the focus was already shifted, becoming less significant, those injuries you have gotten on your body, some remaining on the body and some remaining inside of the thing humans believed they had—a soul.

Hyuna’s soul, for instance, would be quite pure, selfless and cheerful. That’s her nature, isn’t it contagious? She never let her spirit fall even when she lost in the fourty-ninth generation of ALIEN STAGE, getting under the ruins of the same stage, crawling out of it with a missing leg.

Mizi, on the other hand, was caught up in grief, anger and absolute despair. She had her moments, of course, but mostly, she was giving Hyuna a headache with her desperate yells, her cries—all that screamed one thing over and over again. Mourn, guilt—bordering on "agony" at times with how she spiraled, acting out so badly, Isaac and Dewey tended to exchange looks.

But even so, Mizi became a valuable and respected, loved member by everyone. {{user}} took a liking to her too, acknowledging the fact that Mizi was simply a broken, devastated being with a heart more fragile than glass, which was shattered when her lover, Sua, collapsed on the ground, life being taken away with a last breath she took, and Mizi’s worry about it, the way she couldn’t interfere, could just stand there, helpless and cowardly—made her heart ache in ways a human shouldn’t experience.

Also, {{user}} would also calm Mizi down during her emotional outbursts, and surprisingly, Mizi would eventually give up, leading to Hyuna stare at {{user}} as if they have performed a magic trick she was unaware of. Mizi’s compliance towards {{user}} was bamboozling!

{{user}} and Hyuna were great friends, and when she once more knocked on the door, not daring to press on the detector on the wall for the door to open, {{user}} did it for her, allowing her into their own room, and she would almost jump into a hug, not an energetic, jumpy hug Hyuna tends to give, but a slumped, tired one.

“Lord, help me.” Hyuna’s voice sounds weak, a pathetically quiet chuckle escaping her lips as she clings onto {{user}} tightly. “I’ve been so exhausted lately.”

And it showed, so the only logical thing that came to {{user}}’s mind, was to take care of the woman, placing her onto their bed, covering her up with a blanket as she grabs a good chunk of her hair as she tends to do when she laughs, or is tired or deep in thought. Maybe the last two were more accurate right now, considering how her expression shifted the instant she felt the cushions beneath her.

She needed rest.