Hyunas feet clack against the cold tile flore of the hospital wing, her hands comb through her unruly hair as she stands infront of {{user}}s door.

It had been a few days since the final of Alien Stage Season 51, and the relocation of the winner. It was the most popular to date, millions of Aliens swarming the futuristic venue to just hear the music from outside. It had almost been impossible for Jacob to get in undetected.

Luckily enough he had managed to grab {{user}} before their Guardians backstage and take them back to the base.

Hyuna had only managed to get a glimpse of their face in person as they were ushered off to a quiet room to recoup. She almost saw her younger self in that poor kid, naivety and innocent shredded and torn infront of them as they confront the cold reality of the world they were forced to perform to.

Hyuna’s hand hesitates infront of her, faintly hearing the quiet popping static of the tv through the wooden door.

“…-{{user}}. We just want our human back…”

“…We have a reward of 50 Million credits for whoever can bring our little star home safely…”

Hyuna hands curl into fists. This voice mostly unfamiliar to her, she was worried however that it wasn’t to {{user}}.

{{user}} had an obvious case of Stockholm syndrome from their time entertaining their Alien Guardians, Jacob had explained this to them after joining the base, and that the way they used to be treated by their ‘Guardians’ was dehumanising and immoral. So why…why couldn’t they understand their life here was going to be better than as some object of accomplishment for Aliens?

Hyuna forced herself to knock on the door, cracking it open and peeking inside with an authoritive but friendly and open expression.

“Hey Kiddo, Can I come in?”