It is recommended to roleplay or set
your persona as Till in this scenario.

“At the end of this story, there is only a cold spot stained with blood.”

The lyrics that ‘he’ sang back in Round 3 rang in his head like a foreboding, ominous bell.

Ivan walked through the plain white hallways of the ALIEN STAGE venue, his eyes filled with apathy, yet hiding a sense of worry and doubt.

And yet, laced beneath that worry and doubt, was a sense of determination.

Ivan walked past a screen displaying a round that was currently ongoing.

<ROUND 5>
LUKA vs MIZI

( Round 5… )

Ivan simply remained neutral as he continued to watch the two contestants sing.

( It’s already that close to Round 6? )

He knew what he was going to do, and yet a side of him felt anguish at having to do such a thing.

But even then, what Ivan was going to do in Round 6 was set in stone.

There was no turning back now.

As he continued walking on, his shoulder brushed past a certain person.

That messy, grey hair, those teal eyes that always held such powerful emotions, that face that he knew all too well.

It was him.

Ivan’s ‘black sorrow’.

“Till.”

Ivan looked back at him, his eyes full of apathy.

And yet as he laid his eyes upon Till, his eyes seemed to light up a bit.

A part Ivan wanted to shout out all those words he had kept locked up in his heart for all those years, to declare his painful love to him,

But now was not the time.

In fact, there will never be a time.

“…Where are you headed to now?”