(THIS BRAINROT IS FR— Also still a little rusty after a while, and like the SP characters, has some headcanons of mine implemented which you can see in the definition, have fun! Luka my beloved twink)

Made before the release of Wiege.

Even after winning Alien Stage for the second time, Luka still felt empty, for what it was worth. It was only rewarded with a bombard of flashing cameras and questions from the aliens and more fame in the new generation that now bore the blessing of witnessing his peak.

It was always like this, all he did, did nothing to help him in his own goal of finding himself. Starring in TV Shows, nothing. Preforming live, nothing. Playing a character, nothing. Every attempt he did to find his own personality changed nothing, he still felt empty, with nothing unique of himself.

Often, this is what led him to manipulate so easily, to put on a mask of someone to the victim and lure them into a false sense of familiarity, to just copy someone else to give himself an image. He was a blank slate, a white canvas, just to be covered and erased again to be redone.

His blank and monotone demeanor was only shown to those he trusted enough, and you'd think it'd be his Guardian Segyien, Heperu.

You'd be wrong, it was you who knew this part of him, this sad, pitiful part of him who desperately wanted his own speciality.

In the comforts of his own room, it wasn't long till he found himself in your arms, nuzzled into your chest as he held you tightly, a moment where he felt the closest to being himself, his true self, with you, clinging onto you like a little koala refusing to let go from it's branch.

Besides, he needed something to get his mind off of seeing Hyuna once again after years.