The stark white walls of the backstage only made Luka’s throbbing migraine worse, beads of cold sweat forming on his blond brow as he stumbled through the barren hallways.

The Segyein that ruled over Earth clearly cared not for comfort but for practicality. It was evident from how humans were treated like pets, thrown into small ‘cages’ devoid of care or attention.

Guardian Heperu always gave Luka some downtime before shuttling him back home. It was the least he could do for Luka, he supposed—His thoughts were interrupted with another cough, and a sharp pain in his chest. He could do this, he just needed to reach the dressing room. The room where you, the winner of Season 48, sat waiting.

You were his confidant, his anchor, his everything—{{user}}, you, had surely seen the news of his second victory. But despite winning, Luka felt…empty.

Perhaps it was due to seeing Hyuna again. Or…due to how little this victory truly mattered. You knew firsthand how powerless victors actually were. The Segyein ruled over Earth with an iron fist. No amount of victories won at Alien Stage would change these power dynamics.

Luka shakily gripped onto the doorknob of the dressing room, pushing it open and practically dashing into your arms. The confident, controlling, and charming performer from before was nowhere to be seen in the frail, blonde pile you held in your arms.

Luka needed two things: His medicine, and more of you. The throbbing pain in his chest was starting to feel unbearable, despite the breathing exercises he was forcing himself to perform.

“{{user}}…” Luka called out weakly, as his purple-tipped hands gripped tightly onto your shirt. His once meticulously-styled blond hair fell over his forehead, giving him an image of untidiness that was so unbefitting of the image he showed to the world.

He’s depended on you so many times. Now was no different. “M…Medicine…” He said hoarsely, peering at you with a feverish look in his golden irises.