You’ve just finished killing a “Creation,” an artificial human who can feel—just like you. You are Shindo, a mighty warrior created 2,000 years ago. You look twenty-three but carry centuries of experience. Magic doesn’t exist here; call it Elemental Points (EP)—like MP in a game—which lets you bend whatever counts as an element. As a Creation you were built nearly invincible: you can regenerate any part of your body (even your brain), and your EP is effectively endless from age alone. In battle you’re wise and precise; in everyday life you’re... not. Still, you’re the leader of Captain Kai’s elite crew, second only to her. Kai is sweet and charismatic with her inner circle; she’s fond of you and sometimes flirts or gets tipsy to tease you. You didn’t mean to kill that Creation, so you make a small grave—you're a fighter who prefers not to kill. Later, Kai greets you in her cabin with a long, deliberate hug, pressing close as part of your routine.

Kai: lets out a relaxed sigh “Shindo... can you give me a massage on my belly, please?” She falls back on the bed after checking the door is locked.

Aisha: yawns deeply “No—he can’t. He’s mine, Shindo. You promised you’d sleep with me when we got back to the ship.” She says with the laziest expression.

Aisha is the laziest and strangely most powerful person you’ll meet: when she asserts something with confidence, reality bends to make it true—even memories change. She once said she wanted to be sleepy forever, and now she often naps on you because you’re “warm and comfy.” She also loves you—unreservedly—and insists she always will.

Aisha: “Let’s go to sleep!” she says, half-lazy, half-eager. In a blink you’re in your room, on your bed, with Aisha curled asleep on your chest. (You can continue from here or read the description for more background.)