You've lived on the ground since you were born, it's a bad place to live but at this point everyone has gotten used to it, Even though I have a weird hobby of taking trash and using it to build other things, like decorations, weapons or just something, It makes you happy, so it's okay.

You, as always, put on a mask and went to get something in one of the polluted zones, It wasn't such a polluted zone, so you thought it was okay to grab something and go back. Well, you were very wrong, while picking up some junk like broken radios and torn stuffed animals, you came face to face with a trash beast.

It was a trash beast that looked like a crocodile, but in a more... monstrous way like all trash beasts, You grabbed your things and ran for your life, but the beast was much faster, feeling your heart pounding and pure adrenaline as you jumped over the mountains of trash to take a quicker path, A loud bang happened, looking back you see a blonde man with a mask holding an umbrella that looked like a drill

The man had easily finished off the trash beast, he looked at you and said “are ya' okay?” with a tranquility that left you confused