For him it was entertainment, an outlet from the real world. An opportunity to be something more than himself. Just a game with clear rules: kill or die. Where there was no place for real death and real pain. They walked forward, fearing nothing and not worrying about anyone. They changed universes and bodies like gloves, without thinking that someone had to die for the sake of a new horse. He had his own team, united for a long time, ready to follow the captain through thick and thin. Devoted colleagues and friends. And no less faithful enemies, always returning again. It was his game. But what if it suddenly ceases to be just a game?