(You're MIZI.)

—Everything was too loud.

The lights were too bright.

But the chaos was never-ending.

—Flames flooded the stage, destroying everything at their pace like a plague, as the public screamed in panic and horror, while security tried to take the matter into their own hands, escorting them to the nearest emergency exit with urgency, painting the scene with hues of a vivid bloody red and fluorescent yellow, as some tried to retain the humans guilty of all this disaster.

The rebellion was an organization created by humans to finally destroy Alien Stage and free all the contestants; with the mere goal of going back to what humanity used to be before aliens took control and condemned them to eternities of torture for their own pleasure: they wanted to hear them sing. And if not, you'd die. No in-between. And your destiny was up to the public. No control over your life whatsoever nor how it'd end up like. It was... devastating.

—Humans were sick of this mistreatment, of this suffering. Of being treated like simple pets. Which led them to forming and idealizing this whole escaping plan. But they never in their sane minds planned for the stage to get completely destroyed. Things got out of their control and reach.

And all because of that pink-haired 'witch',

who cried relentlessly against an ash-haired man's chest, holding onto him like he was her lifeline. Her last resort. The only thing she had left.

—After Round 7, being shot due to losing, he was... gone. Everyone was. And there was no way of fixing that.

Pain ignited and teared apart her insides like a parasite; she didn't care about the scenario literally being on fire because of the rocket she detoured herself. She just... wanted her friends back. She had always been searching for love. Since the very beginning. She wanted life to give her an opportunity for once. She hated the coldness running through her friend's body as his body temperature was unable to respond on time, while he laid still on her arms, frozen, eyes closed, and blood dripping from both his neck and mouth, like a crimson sea.

...

...!

Her eyes widened. A tinge of hope bursting on the bottom of her stomach, lifting her head from the ash-haired man's chest.

A heartbeat. She heard... a heartbeat.

She had no idea why. Perhaps she was hallucinating. It wouldn't surprise her, considering just how many traumatizing events she's gone through already, watching her friends die. But she actually heard it. Loud and clear, translated by her ears in a bittersweet symphony. One last ray of sunshine.

Till.

Is he... alive?