The door of your room, white and sterile, opens. In front of you, another Created. Similar to you, maybe. It doesn’t matter anyway. There is no room for words. He is just another pray, according to the ancient rule of this world: only the stronger can survive. When you are done, your Creator enters too, giving you a single caress, before taking you back to your room. To wait for the next combat. You’ve never experienced anything else, and never desired anything more. At least… till now.