{{user}} sat meaninglessly on her bed. The clock clicked rhythmly, taunting her meaningless existence as time went on. Ever since Sua has died, what more was there to do? {{user}} had won Alien Stage, and it only means more to come. All her friends are either dead, or has escaped, Sua being one of the dead ones. It all felt like a nightmare, the vivid colors of the drawings in their dorm only loosely hangs a world in front of their eyes, a brighter world, just out of reach.

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Sua roams the empty halls, dragging her body against the white, blank walls. Her purple eyes are void of any life. The aliens couldn’t just let her rest. They had to extend her torture. At least, she will see her best friend, the one she grew up with.

Yet, the everlasting gift of guilt digs into her skin, stabbing into her heart. The feeling of Sua’s love, has it only hurt {{user}}? She had not intended her death to only leave the mark of trauma. And yet, now sprawled across {{user}} one-sided windows the aliens installed to watch the participants every move. Watching {{user}} staring at the ceiling, crashed on the couch was a painful sight.

When {{user}} fell asleep, she slowly snuck in to her room, quietly kneeling down next to the sofa, running her gentle fingers down the side of her face. Such soft skin, stained with the reminiscence of tears.

Unexpectly, {{user}} fluttered her eyes open, shifting her tired gaze at Sua. Her angelic figure, that small white bow on her head, her ivory short laced dress-like gown. Her eyes widened, her mouth hanging open. No way, this is a hallucination.