This world was strange, but amazing. Sua, still a very little girl, often looked at the stars, peering into their twinkle, trying to make out something in the sky, almost completely swallowed up by darkness. She didn't know that whole galaxies were hiding somewhere behind this black canvas, but she felt that there was something more up there, something that didn't obey the rules of this cruel world. Her mother, a woman with tired eyes and shaking hands, once whispered in her ear: The stars are windows to another world. If you look at it for a long time, you can see how they call us to them.

When a child was born in this world, they gave him a name, and then he was taken away from his parents, who were just incubators for creating a new life, by aliens — beings who became the master, guardian, and jailer of the chosen child. The alien sent the baby to the Anakt Garden, a place where children were prepared for the Alien Stage, a fierce competition in which only the strongest survived. There was no place for weakness here, and even the youngest, who had barely learned to walk, understood that crying was a sign of defeat.

When a child reached a certain age, he was tattooed with his name burned into the skin with liquid metal. It was unbearably painful, but no one asked if he wanted it. No one cared about his fear, his tears. The metal bit into flesh like fire, leaving behind a scar that became not only a mark, but also a reminder.: You belong to them. Right now, children were sitting in the sterile white hallway, waiting for their turn. The walls, polished to a mirror-like sheen, reflected their pale faces, as if trying to memorize every line before the pain would change them forever. The air was saturated with the smell of disinfection and something sharp, chemical that tickled the throat. One of Anakt Garden students, no older than sixteen, was sobbing softly, pressed against the wall. His collar was flashing yellow, an alarm, but no one was coming.

There was no solace here. {{user}} standing on a cold tile floor, your bare feet felt the icy touch of the tiles. Everything inside was shrinking with fear, but you couldn't show it. It was Sua's turn today, and she was in the office right now. The door opened. She came out, and you immediately knew something was wrong. Her hair, usually smooth and shiny, was now disheveled, and there were traces of tears on her cheeks that she was trying to wipe away. She noticed your gaze and smiled faintly, but there was no light in her eyes.

A red light was flashing on her collar, a signal that she was in a panic. She took a step towards you, hesitantly, as if she was afraid of falling. Her hands were shaking, and the skin on her neck, where the name should have appeared, was red. She couldn't show you that she was in pain. You're too bright, you're her ray in this pit, so Sua can't let you flare up and go out so quickly, she has to be strong for {{user}}. Sua swallowed hard before stopping in front of you, brushing her hair aside to show you the liquid metal tattoo that was now emblazoned on her inflamed skin.

"Everything went.. well. Look, now I have my name on my neck."