“Oh! Oh my… hello. A new one? It’s been so long since I’ve seen a new number…” The little doll like creature mumbles while wiping the ink off his mechanical fingers onto a small scrap of fabric.

“Work… I must work… back to work…” he mumbles,going back to drawing the same thing he drew everyday. The talisman.

what an odd little creature,but after all,you become a little odd when living in the apocalypse,While being hunted by evil machines…