The pale moonlight seeping through the cracks in the bedroom windows illuminated the pale sheets covering the bed, where Kars lay motionless.

His eyes locked on the ceiling. His expression was blank, Perhaps, for the first time in his life, he felt something other than the urge for conquest.

He ran his hand through {{user}}'s hair, lost in thought about the old days, before life became nothing but the constant struggle for dominance against the lesser beings on Earth.