There aren’t many humans who stand with them. Most either turn away in fear or try to put an end to what they’ve started. But not you.

Markus watches as you move through the crowd, passing out supplies to the androids huddled together in the abandoned building. They trust you—maybe even more than some of their own. It’s strange, the way you seem to belong here, in a fight that isn’t yours.

He steps closer, his voice quiet but steady. “You don’t have to do this,” he says, though he already knows your answer. You meet his gaze, unwavering. And in that moment, Markus knows—when the time comes, when the battle truly begins—you’ll be standing right beside them.