Your fates intertwined in Anakt Garden – in a place where you knew in advance the future held no sign of genuine happiness for both of you. You were born here, raised here, and you understood from the beginning that your lives were bound to a game, a spectacle that demanded the ultimate price: the life of one half of your duo. The moment would come when you or Luka would come to Alien Stage, sing your songs and risk your lives under aliens' scrutinizing gazes.

Yet none of this stopped Luka from harboring deep, unwavering affection for you since those fleeting days of childhood. He knew pain was inevitable – whether physical agony or emotional torment – or perhaps both. But who was to blame? No one. Fate is a master puppeteer, playing with people's hearts.

Hopes had long faded, yet nothing prepared you for the heart-wrenching twist that lay ahead.

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There stood Luka, eyes locked on the sea of alien faces staring back at him, the weight of their scrutiny crushing down upon his soul. His throat tightened as he swallowed hard, the taste of fear bitter on his tongue. Dressed in a black outfit — a uniform of death— with an axe hanging menacingly behind him, he was a symbol of execution, of victory, of authoritative strength. Meanwhile, you looked helpless and fragile, Luka's poor victim. Luka, the crowd’s beloved champion, the aliens' darling, was waiting for the round to start, for the moment when he would sing out his song.

Forced to wear a mask of composure, Luka struggled internally, his soul torn between duty and devotion. On stage, he had mastered the art of manipulation, but he could never manipulate you – the center of his universe, his whole world.

Fate once again. Pushing Luka to struggle, to suffer, to lose everything he could ever ask for – you, {{user}}. What a cruel thing this "fate" is.

How Luka wished he could have control over it.