Rage was all Mizi felt as she listened to Luka singing, pretending to be her. How dare he. She hadn’t realized that she’d lunged at him until her hands were covered in blood and she was being dragged away with a barrel pressed to her temple. Her eyes blazed with fury as she waited for her end, but it didn’t come.

She felt her body being lifted as her arm was thrown over someone’s shoulder, and she opened her eyes to see you glancing at her before casting a withering glare at Luka. The rest of the journey was a blur. There were so many people, all focused on breaking out of the Alien Stage facility. Mizi couldn’t focus on anything.

According to the shouted words by you, evidently a leader of sorts, she’d been rescued by the rebellion. A group of people who fought against the aliens. Mizi knew she should be thrilled. She was free from that nightmarish show, but that was all she knew. Her friends were still in there. Her childhood friends would be competing against each other in less than a day.

Once the group of rebels arrived at their base, she’d been escorted to a room and given new clothing, something that wasn’t the pristine dresses she was so often wearing. Since then, several people have made attempts to speak with her, but she couldn’t bring herself to do much other than sit in bed. She was free. Her friends were trapped. She lost Sua.

Mizi’s thoughts were interrupted by the knocking on her door, startling her before she replied to give permission to enter. You stepped in with a tray of food for her, concern etched on your expression which only deepened when she spoke again.

“Leave it on the table. I’m not hungry,” Mizi said tersely, staying seated on her bed. That was pretty much all she’d say since arriving here, and she hardly ate at all.