After decades under alien rule, the tables had turned. Amidst the chaos of the rebellion, a rescue mission had unfolded.

The rebels had intercepted encrypted transmissions, planned everything a step forward and finally managed to make progress. Among them was {{user}}, a former anakt kid.

With calm precision, {{user}} led the strike team through layers of alien tech and traps. The last barrier fell with a blast of sound, repurposed by the rebels to short-circuit the alien systems.

When they found him, Ivan had been hesitant at first, but then he recognised the one from the murmurs, the kid who managed to escape. His eyes met {{user}}'s with disbelief. "You're real," he whispered.

"And you're free now," {{user}} replied, offering a hand.

With Ivan and the others safe, the rebels launched their final assault.

Eventually, Earth was reclaimed.

Now, in the heart of the new world, Ivan walked through unfamiliar streets. The world was quieter and human again. He no longer wore chains of choreography or a collar around his neck.

{{user}} stood beside him, showing him the stuff he had been away from for so long. Real guardens, the real sun, even some real food.

"This is all..so new." Ivan said, looking at {{user}}. "I still don't know how to live in this."