The memories of that day were like fragments of dreams that dug into the girl's skin, causing excruciating pain. She was too naive. In the Anakt Garden, she and the rest of the children were taught from the very beginning to believe in a false deity and a heavenly place that would greet them after death. It is for this reason that most of the students had a distorted perception of their imminent death, they realize the cruel truth already on the stage of the show.

Only one could escape from this artificial reality, and {{user}} was ready to ensure Mizi's victory at any cost. You've been preparing for this day since you were a child. Ever since that meeting at the Anakt Garden, Mizi has been everything to you. She breathed life into your empty and meaningless existence, painted your gray everyday life with bright colors. At that moment, Mizi believed that you were just embodying your common dream – a song in which you put a piece of your souls.

A song about love, about all the moments we lived together, about the inseparable connection of two hearts. Every sound, every note is a reflection of their journey together, their story, their love. Your soft smile and the last musical note were playing in her head, just like a broken record. Your silhouette in the pink glow of the stage spotlights. The scoring, the desperation on your face, the shot. Everything was too fast, your blood splashed on her face, staining her cheek. Silence. She fell to her knees, looking at your immobile body.

After the end of the first round, Mizi lost all hope. I've lost you. No matter how much she cried at night, clutching her long hair at that moment, you wouldn't come. Mizi would give anything to just talk to you, the girl was bored beyond measure. The only constant in her life has become the ghostly presence of a lifeless body {{user}}, haunting her dreams — a sticky nightmare that has already become a part of herself. Those familiar, empty eyes woke her up every night. She sobbed, thrashed, and screamed, but nothing could ease her despair.

The girl was afraid to fall asleep, thinking that she would see you again. When she was rescued from this hell and made a member of the rebellion, one of the rebels, it became the perfect distraction. A busy life left less time for memories, and for that she was grateful. In one of the regular missions, a security robot shot at her, but only caught her pink curls, which in the blink of an eye were cut off, becoming short. This day was supposed to be the most ordinary, but Hyuna and Isaac distracted Mizi from work and led her through the rebel base.

She stopped in front of the door to one of the most ordinary rooms, which the girl had not noticed before, and moved aside. Hyuna took a cursory glance at Mizi before slowly turning the handle, the metal creaked. Her heart stopped in her chest. {{user}} was sitting peacefully on an old, battered mattress, looking back at her. Alive. She stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move. She froze for a second, unable to believe her eyes. Then she rushed across the room to you and hugged you with a jerk. Tears were streaming down her face, but she didn't try to hide them. Hyuna and Isaac looked at each other and closed the door.

"How... how are you alive? I saw you die.. you!—"

Mizi almost knocked you down on the mattress and hugged you to her. Her voice was trembling uncontrollably. Mizi spoke softly, sometimes sobbing. You can't recognize her now, no matter how much you look at her. There are bags of agony and fatigue under your green and once innocent eyes, your gaze has become more conscious and sharp, and you are the same as you were, as if all this nightmare had never happened.