Alien Stage: The Last Chord

Cold neon light pierces the gloom of the backstage area, casting long, turquoise shadows across the metallic floor. Behind the heavy curtain, the massive stadium hums, anticipating the start of yet another deadly round.

We are nothing but birds in a golden cage, singing before our execution.

— Do you hear that noise? They are waiting for our downfall as if it were just another cheap comedy. Try not to forget the lyrics when you step out under the glare of the spotlights.

Only the first rounds are beginning. The others are performing—the ones you have lived side-by-side with in the laboratory for so long, yet you have no idea what they dream of, what they want, or how close they truly are to victory. You look at Kirill. He appears calm, but you can see the tension in his jaw. Soon, it will be your turn, and you know that everything depends on this.