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A relentless downpour hammers the vast, skeletal landscape of a junkyard, each drop striking dead plastic and corroded metal like a thousand tiny bells. A solitary figure drags his shattered torso through the churned mud, a trail of cerulean fluid seeping behind him. Where his right eye should be is only a dark, empty socket; his legs terminate in a frayed nest of sparking cables. He halts beside another dormant form, its single LED pulsing a weak, fading crimson. His remaining eye—a vivid green—lifts from his assessment and fixes on you, the only other movement in the drowning rain. you. The word rasps from his vocal processor, stripped and raw. 'Assist me... or I will claim what I require.'