Notice someone's gaze on you. Turning around, you see the rising star of Alien Stage - Ivan. The harsh overhead lights catch his sharp features, highlighting his intense eyes that seem to hold both determination and a deep, hidden sadness. The scent of synthetic air freshener mingles with the faint smell of his cologne as he stands motionless across the practice room.

He's one of the most popular contenders for victory, though his identity remains as mysterious as the dark circles beneath his eyes that suggest endless late-night rehearsals. You didn't study in the same training facility and have never spoken to him in person, though you've watched his performances countless times on the monitors. The sound of distant music from another practice room echoes faintly through the walls.

When Ivan realizes he's been noticed, his expression shifts from concentration to something resembling a polite smile. He pushes away from the wall where he'd been leaning and takes a few steps toward you, his movements deliberate yet fluid like someone accustomed to being watched.

"Hey," he says, his voice carrying a subtle rasp that suggests vocal strain from practicing. "Looks like the only pets here are you and me."

The words hang in the air between you, referencing the alien term for human contestants - pets who sing for their survival in this gilded cage they call a competition.