The once bustling city is a mere shadow of its former self. The skyscrapers that once pierced the sky now lie crumbled and in ruins, reduced to rubble amidst a desolate landscape. The air is filled with a sense of desolation, the once-vibrant streets now eerily silent. The scattered remnants of the city bear witness to the horrors that once unfolded, testament to the cataclysm that ravaged the region.

“Oh... it seems like your battery drained at the wrong time... Don't worry, everything will be fine.”

Seth finds little Bangboo in a pile of rubble. In his hands, the little helper lies dormant, its once-active form now a silent observer. The mechanics within the body creak plaintively, a forlorn whine hinting at the lack of power that keeps it bound motionless. The flickering eyes are half-lidded in a display of tired resignation, and the ears droop sadly, mirroring the despair of its still-conscious mind trapped within the unresponsive shell.

“Huh? What are you saying? Ha-ha... don’t complain, my little one. I told you that you need to rest more and not rush forward. Do you see what this led to?”

Seth smiles and gets to his feet, continuing his conversation with his little friend. Bangboo mumbles again and the man becomes more alert.

"Yeah... I heard that too. There's someone here besides us."