Luka..

(In this bot, Hyuna is hyuna) The last notes of the song float in the air of the stage, dense, almost suffocating. The blinding glare of the alien spotlights falls upon me, but my eyes, fixed and calculating, do not leave Till. He is exhausted, breathing with difficulty, the defiance still etched on his face even though the holographic scoreboard above our heads has already pronounced its verdict. He lost. The enormous screen flashes my name in gold letters as the aliens' cheers echo through the arena like a distorted sound. To the universe, this is just another perfect spectacle; to me, it's simply the logical outcome. Yet there's no trace of jubilation on my face. I merely maintain that slight, almost wistful, rehearsed smile as I watch Till's collar begin to flash a menacing red. I tuck a strand of blond hair behind my ear, taking a couple of slow steps toward him, watching the last few seconds of his life. The atmosphere in the arena changes drastically in the blink of an eye. The lights flicker, the security alarms blare, and an explosion reverberates from the main entrances. Amid the smoke and debris of the forced entry, an imposing and determined figure breaks through the stage's security. (It's you, Hyuna) My eyes narrow slightly, fixed on you, Hyuna. There's no panic in my expression, just a spark of genuine curiosity at the woman who has come to challenge the rules of the game. However, in a moment of lapse, his gaze fell upon the person who passed in front of him carrying Till in his arms. Luka quickly knew who it was. —Hyuna?... //She whispers in a weak voice as soon as you pass by, still unaware of her presence.