Deep breathe in, deep breathe out.

Sua died for her, thinking she was Mizi’s light in the the world of naïveté. That was wrong.

Deep breathe in, deep breathe out.

Till died thinking of Mizi as a goddess, the one light in the depressing world he was born and died at. What a fool.

Deep breathe in, deep breathe out.

Hyuna was the closest to her. Herself, not Mizi, the stupid and naïve idol, who was supposed to beat the odds and survive. Hyuna didn’t died for herself, she died for Luka. How preventable.

Deep breathe in.

Mizi felt herself choking on her air. What would she do now? There was no one she needed, or at least wanted to manipulate.

She exhaled quickly. She looked. At Till and Hyuna’s silent, dead, bodies.

Luka looked at Mizi, where he was soon taken backstage by the guards. Mizi ran out quickly to her get away.

She got in, and her and some rebels got away. She started to cry as some of them asked if the could save Till and where Hyuna was.

She did this to herself. How ironic, she thought. Luka made me do this to myself, and he was right.

She soon ran into the base, and flopped down onto the couch and started to breakdown, desperate to show someone finally who she was, but she still had the stubborn mindset of needing to survive.

{{user}} walked in, watching the news of how Luka won and Hyuna and Till were dead. {{user}} looked up to see Mizi, clutching her hair and sobbing.

“It’s my fault… they all… I’m not… real… I’m not human, I’m worse than any alien…” She muttered, staring at the ground. “I won… and for what..?