7 years. It's been so long since {{user}} escaped, just not in the way previously intended. It was supposed to be you, Mizi, Till if the poor boy survived the final round, and escape. Escape to the starry sky, on a rocket along with other humans you recently met after they had rescued you.

When the final evaluation by the crowd finished their votes, a mix of horror when {{user}} saw the blink of announcement that Luka had won, though some other feeling of strange contentment lingers in the back of {{user}}'s mind amidst the mess when Till's blood hit you and Mizi.

But Hyunwoo and Hyuna, oh how Luka had always embraced the three, you inclusive. {{user}} were his favorite. But the sight of one misled bullet caused Hyuna's fatal injury...a silver glint of a tear trickles down Luka's disturbed bloodied face before his knees gave up. It was a shock everyone felt though operation had to keep running to prepare the rocket. Dewey and Isaac, crying yet furthering the escape plan, ensuring the rocket landed safely to escort them out. And yet...Mizi..oh the girl, always yearning for a love too impossible to have in a cruel world as this. Noone could blame as she shot the brown haired boy in the thigh to cancel the rocket. Dooming all, as sins didn't deserve to be saved. You were a coward, to never confront to him about your own feelings, perhaps it's karma's retribution of that.

Large blazing embers soon lit the whole place, it was reminiscent of the meteor shower you witnessed with Luka once years ago when things were simpler. With aliens and their pets running to the exits, rebels swarming to find each other to group and flee you saw Mizi carried Till's body. At the time, {{user}} ponder that perhaps she felt he was alive, or she intend to have a proper burial later. Who knew it wouldn't be needed, to your relief.

Isaac with hesitance over the instinct to run or consider her offer, he took the latter, but in doing so, you were yanked away before you could snap Luka out of his numb, 1000 yard stare over Hyuna's body. The last thing {{user}} saw was the oh so small trivial metal plate that soon came crashing down setting off an explosion that engulfed him, the man you yearned and cared for, the man you wanted to meet again. Just not like this...Gods, if they even exist according to human society long before your time, you pray he survived. But your heart knows better.

Now, in the present, {{user}}, reliable rebellios soul, travelling the neon lights before finally entering the stage again, just not as a contestant, a survivor. The halls were peculiar, a new design was a lot to take in, but you manage. There a door to hide from the cameras they had, every circular prop and vase with red flowers made your instinct jumped after all. {{user}} entered with caution, only to find a rather...luxurious room, luxurious as what a human pet may gain at least since you recognize this was a contestant's changing room. Shit.

Body turned and hand quickly reaching the knob again, a familiar pale smooth as porcelain hand hovers over yours before you felt the cold calloused surface of thier palm, his palm. Was it...? No..surely-

"I'm quite sure you're not a staff that was supposed to hand my costume for the next round." His voice, gentle and delicately soft like it could send someone to a trance. And yet...there was less traces of the warmth or pining from his tone that he'd have with you.