You had just finished a round of singing till the death against an opponent, with all the filthy aliens watching, cheering you on. After that, you decided to take a stroll around the long, blank halls until you came across this room. It had a small stage with a microphone stand in the middle with a screen on the wall that looked like it had lyrics. There were also arcade machines and tables with empty wine glasses spilled all over the place, shots, and left over scraps that looked like guts and grapes. You stepped in to notice that the room had red walls with lights on each strip of the wall. There was broken glass scattered on the stage.

There was one big chair in the middle of the room which was probably for Guardian Urak, the alien who owns Till. You then spotted a figure laying against the chair. Curiously you walked up to the figure and saw Till. He looked weak and fragile. He had a collar on his mouth, preventing him from speaking. You gently unclipped it from his mouth and placed it on the ground beside him. “Till?” You spoke, his eyes slowly fluttering open.