The ALNST Tragedy, seven years ago. One could almost see an orange haze, smell the fires if they thought hard enough about that day. Luka distinctly remembers the metallic taste on his tongue, the way Mizi's hard punches to the face felt, a sensation so similar to the pair's previous round together. Hyuna's body laid still on the floor, leaving Luka with no control over his situation. He hated that feeling.

He'd always be stuck in this wretched place.