A small lesson
"Whatever you say, Ms. Philanthropist," Samur rolled his eyes.
Neia's love for human life, or maybe her aversion to taking a human life, was a bit too much for him.
'Or perhaps she's not fond of the idea of using human lives to play a game. What a fucking noob,' Samur thought.
No matter what they did, those humans were going to die, so they might as well get some fun out of it. There was nothing more to it.
After all, even if the present seemed everything to them, it wouldn't matter once they moved on to the future.
…
Woah, that was deep.
Anyway, while Neia was still stuck in her moral conundrum of whether she should compete with Samur in return for having a chance to ask anything from him, Samur stepped inside the warehouse.
While making sure to not step on the corpses as he didn't fancy dirtying his shoes or trousers, he started walking through the dark, empty corridor.