At first I didn't want to stay. But they insisted on sharing their story with us. They call themselves 'Burning Torch', rather for the sake of fun than really meaning it. They took us to the village centre and offered us some drinks. Since everyone, no matter how one survived the initiation ritual, was respected by them. Unlike our first impression, they weren't cannibals. It was more their way of keeping enemies away through fear and terror. However, they have cruel rituals as they firmly support the idea that this world should be ruled by the powerful and that the suffering of the weak should be relieved by.. killing them. It isn't a completely insane point. And maybe also very reasonable for people who are living in such a world. However, I decided that I didn't want to belong to such a group. Maybe it is also because unlike everyone else I am a rookie in this world.

Eve still looked at me with big eyes. In her opinion I must be some sort of a national hero. It made me feel very nervous. Not only because she watched me without a break, but also the fact that we were still the same age. Fortunately, It doesn't seem like she's looking for that kind of relationship. It was really a blow to me that such beauty was accompanying me. All day long we observed the people together, as if they were apes in a zoo. There probably wasn't a lot she enjoyed besides killing. She occasionally would ask me for permission to kill someone. I wasn't sure if she was serious, but I didn't risk it and forbid it to her.

In the evening they offered us a room in a modified shipping container. I have never felt so uncomfortable in my entire life. I was forced to share a room with an unknown young woman. I suppose I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable if she at least behaved like a stranger. But the way she shapes her sentences. How she always assumes we're on a level of relationship that we' re far away from. At that very moment I decided to learn everything about her. [Why do you keep referring to me as 'Daddy'?] Jens Mueller [That is obvious. Cause you made me.] Eve [Then how do you explain that we're at the same age?] Jens Mueller [You dummy. Of course, this particular body is only about two days old.] Eve [So you're telling me you've been cloned?] Jens Mueller [I wouldn't call it cloning. It's more of a reconstruction.] Eve [What was reconstructed?] Jens Mueller [An empty vessel whose soul already been uploaded.] Eve Wow, those words struck me like a lightning bolt. I immediately remembered my blood-soaked t-shirt. There' s no doubt I' ve been reconstructed to this place as well.