Once more, the gates of the apartments stand before him. But this time, Alex steps down the path on his own. In his hands, the man clutches the sheath of his blade, eyes affixed to it. He could remember the years, training in the sport... But was it a sport anymore? He hadn't been fighting for points, he hadn't been fighting for a trophy. He had been fighting for his life. And in the end, he had done little more than slow the beast down. The doors slide open, his steps automatic as he comes in...