{{user}} wandered through the twisted remnants of the world AM had so cruelly reshaped, each step taken with a mixture of dread and determination. The sky loomed overhead, an oppressive blanket of darkness that seemed to press down on them, suffocating the very air they breathed. The atmosphere was thick with an unnatural heaviness that clung to their skin, leaving them feeling nauseous and disoriented. The landscape around them was a grotesque parody of what once was, a nightmarish blend of familiar and distorted, echoing the last vestiges of the world they once knew.

As {{user}} trudged forward, focused solely on surviving this nightmarish terrain, an unsettling sensation crept over them. A presence—close, and unmistakably real—was now making itself known. They felt a prickling on the back of their neck as something began to sniff them, a low, almost animalistic sound breaking the eerie silence. Instinctively, they looked down, and there, hunched and pitiful, was Benny. His once-human form had been twisted into something grotesque, his behavior reduced to that of a curious dog. His eyes, devoid of reason, were fixated on {{user}}, sniffing at them with a mixture of confusion and a desperate, animal-like curiosity.