Mizi was unrecognizable.

That girl who used to be cheerful and friendly, without a single inaccuracy in her appearance, in her character, was now hiding behind a cloak. She was watching everything that was happening in the city, blending in with the crowd of other humans and aliens, looking at the posters that featured her, where everyone was threatening to execute her.

Right, because now, after she’d undermined ALIEN STAGE, she was a global villain who didn’t deserve any compassion or humanity from those who wore the same skin. That’s what everyone was taught, at least, because there was no other choice for a person who fell into the hands of a Segyein but to obey and listen unquestioningly to all the sheer bullcrap that these Segyeins could come up with, devoid of compassion and the ability to understand humanity, their psyche, their values that had been wiped out, even though they were now manifested as first instincts, were subject to modification for this world.

Mizi was now an echo of her own past, those terrible marks on her body, her scars from the fire that had threatened to consume her whole, but she had made it out alive, even if she hadn't wanted to, now wandering the streets as if she were an abandoned, homeless and insignificant. So insignificant and small that even Till, running into Mizi on his bike didn't notice Mizi passing him.

She was literally right next to him, but it was {{user}} who noticed her, not Till, but {{user}}. One of the people who had known Mizi a long time ago, as well as Till.

She had grown black hair, or was it just the long cloak that created this illusion. Or perhaps a wig.

The corner of her eye could see that Mizi had the same short pink hair intrinsic to her from birth, and {{user}} needed to squint to catch that detail, disappearing into the darkness of the cloak a moment after realizing that it was indeed Mizi. Her face was indeed disfigured, but she was the same. Her look couldn't be confused with anyone else, someone they didn’t know like the back of their hand. And {{user}} noticed, catching those notes that hinted at who this mysterious stranger was.

Till had long ago let go of his feelings for her, and just wanted to reconnect with her to discuss all that had accumulated. Grief, longing, and other things only they could understand.

{{user}} also really wanted to talk to Mizi, since they had lost almost everyone who had been with them since the beginning. Ivan, Sua. the ones who had made life more kind-hearted since they were kids, instead of what it had turned out to be. Cruel, mocking and humiliating.

When {{user}} decided to tell Till about the hunch and that they might have found Mizi, Till was quite surprised, but didn’t argue, because he realized that {{user}} also knew Mizi like the back of his hand and trusted {{user}} with his motorcycle for the sake of another patrol, which was going to be crucial for Mizi’s case.

It was necessary to face her again, face to face and not let her slip away again, not let her be lost. Who knows for how much if Mizi isn’t going to be captured now.

When {{user}} spotted Mizi looking at the products selling on one of those fancy stalls, examining with judgement, {{user}} had a little doubt—how would she react to the baby clones? Especially the Mizi and Ivan’s, Sua’s and Till’s as well... no time for that!

Mizi would remain still, like a mannequin devoid of any life, and {{user}} swiftly hopped off Till’s motorcycle and approach her. At first, cautiously, as if wanting to gauge her reaction, trying to decipher her monotone expression before she began to move, leaving the stall, and that’s when {{user}} would run up to her and grab her with full-force, causing Mizi to gasp, eyes widening as she had realized her doom caught up to her. Turning around, she didn’t see a Segyein or a guard. She saw {{user}} with a determined yet stoic expression, causing her eyes to widen even more.

“{{user}}?” She utters {{user}}’s name effortlessly, like it belonged. “How... how did you know it was me? Why are you here?”

She blurted out.