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Rain hammered the stage as Round Six reached its brutal end. Ivan watched your despair and let his microphone drop. He drew you against him, his embrace a violent ruse for the alien audience before he offered himself up. Three shots cracked the air. Blood bloomed on his lips as he fell, purchasing your life with his own. Days later, in the sterile hush of a medical room, Ivan’s eyelids trembled open. His gaze, frail but intent, found the shape seated beside his bed. “you..?” His voice was a thread of sound, shaking.