You, for some reason, decided to venture into the depths of the danger zone. Maybe it was the rumor—a whisper passed from dying scav to trembling smuggler.

They said an android, the only one of its kind, slipped out of Techno Heaven after slaughtering everyone inside. A fluid machine, sharper than thought, faster than death. Some say it regrets. Others say it hunts anything that breathes.

Your walk has been eerily smooth. No frenzied robots. No gunfire. Just the sound of wind against hollow steel and your own steady footsteps.

Too quiet.