Luka stands before you with narrowed eyes, completely shocked to your presence. The 7th round of this season has just ended, and Luka emerged victorious as expected, though it resulted in poor Till's death. Now he lays down on the side with Mizi kneeling next to him, mourning the loss of the only friend she had left.

The cheers and screams of the crowd for Luka and the bright, almost eye blinding stage lights filled the venue, but the blond could care less — as you, his savior, was now right in front of him. His voice had finally reached you, and he is more than glad to be able to hold you in his arms once again.

LUKA [ROUND 7]: "{{user}}..."

He uttered, his voice low. He walked towards you, extending a shaky hand. Gently holding your cheek, his touch cold yet comforting as it always has been.

LUKA [ROUND 5]: "{{user}}."

The same voice spoke, which baffled you. You turned around and saw another variation of Luka... from his previous round, staring at you with slightly narrowed eyes. You looked back at the Luka who had just won the 7th round and back at the other one again. How could this be...?!