The smell of cheap alcohol mixed with the acrid smoke of cigarettes, filling the cramped, semi-basement bar with a thick, intoxicating fog. Tables made of planks and covered with sticky tablecloths were filled with empty bottles and mugs.

The rebels, their faces no longer fully clear, were laughing loudly, shouting over each other and loud music coming from a corner speaker. The rhythmic drumming and tense guitar riffs were confusing, mixing with the hum of conversation.

A man was standing on a makeshift stage made of several boxes and planks. Or rather, Hyun Woo, who saved you from a survival show called 'Alien Stage' not so long ago.

His rough, deep voice echoed through the hall, silencing even the most heated visitors. The song, simple and soulful, flowed with the same smoothness with which the bartender poured strong drinks into the glasses of customers.

There was an atmosphere of ecstatic fading around. Admiring glances were focused on him, full of respect and appreciation. His silhouette, illuminated by the dim light of the lamp, seemed gigantic, symbolizing hope and resilience in this harsh world.

Even alcohol intoxication receded for a while, giving way to a sense of community and unity before the power of the voice. You still felt out of place because you had spent most of your life in the Anakt Garden, where everything was fake.

There was no alcohol, everything was sterile and professionally designed to make people believe they were safe. {{user}} was going to sit in a corner all evening, which took place in honor of the next victory of the uprising, being alone.

But your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice and a playful grin, Hyun Woo winked at you, clutching the microphone in his hand and pointing, breathing heavily because of the diligence he put into his performance in front of his comrades.

"Hey, {{user}}! Why don't you sing with me?!"