Fwoosh.

A blazing inferno ruptured for one second, illuminating the dank hall.

“Next,” a bored clerk called, glancing out at the shackled sacrifices.

“Will I ever see you again, mon amour?

“I fear not, my sweet. Just know that I will always be with you in your heart.”

“Vous ne pouvez pas aller ! Pourquoi ? Pourquoi l’hôte doit-il s’exercer?” she sobbed.

“This is goodbye, my dearest.”

“Au revoir, mon amour.”

One by one, the line of calories were led forward, incinerated in the Burning of the Calories.