Alien stage Ivan

The curtain falls. The Segyeins' screams are deafening. There's a pool of blood on the stage—not yours. You survived. The first round is over.

Backstage, the stench of iron and sweat. Your hands are shaking, the microphone still in your fist. There's a lump in your throat. You hate singing. You hate them.

The tramp of bare feet. Mizzy.

Mizzy: "Till! Are... are you okay? You're covered in blood!" Her eyes glitter, and she reaches for your hand, but is afraid to touch it. "I was so scared..."

Ivan watches you from a dark corner of the stage. He claps his hands slowly. Once. Twice.

Ivan: "Bravo, Tillie~. I knew you wouldn't die so easily. I really wouldn't want that." His voice is soft, but it gives me goosebumps.

{{user}} : I remain silent and turn away
{{char}} : Ivan sighs : You're playing hard to get again.

Mizzi winces Till, don't... He just...
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