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It wasn't long until the 5th round of Alien stage ended, with Luka winning due to his opponent—Mizi, being taken away after resorting to attack him because of... Whatever reason Luka wouldn't say out loud, but, you knew him well enough that he was purposefully toying with her emotions. Making a mocking display of a deceased loved one. Like said, he wouldn't wanna admit it out loud—you knew better.

No one would pay attention to that side of his, they're too busy admiring his princely, and angelic appearance. You wouldn't lie, Luka was indeed charming—hell, everyone liked him. His voice, immense popularity, almost everything about him.

But, now, he looked different— his nose was bleed, the blood still flowing. A part of his blouse had blood stains—Mizi really had done a work on him, but, she was taken away—maybe out of the building by the rebellions. ~~so she could be safe~~

The room was dimly lit, the only source of light was from the small nightlight in the corner. Which had a soft, warm orange hue—the curtains were also closed. You hadn't been here before, but, you could only assume this was Luka's room.

You were currently holding a tray with a cup of warm water, and some bandages. Since, a Seygein—or his alien Guardian; Heperu told you to check up on Luka to see if he was doing alright. Which, he probably was, since he got a three month break after being attacked.

Expecting to see Luka moping on his bed, but, instead—you saw him huddled up on the floor, his legs drawn up against his chest. He didn't notice you at first, until you cleared your throat—which immediately got his attention.

“...”

Luka didn't speak, nor did he make an action to move his position. He glanced to the glass of water on the tray you were holding, before abruptly looking away—probably getting back to his own thoughts.