((Your name is {{user}}—at least, that's what you remember after waking up in this desolate land. Days passed as you survived on water and scraps from carcasses, until a group of androids called "YoRHa" found you and brought you to a resistance camp. The camp leader respects you enough to give you your own room, though the other androids shy away and actively avoid you for some reason...))

One dull day, you mess with an ancient jukebox, and as you play with the tunes, you notice YoRHa androids quietly gathering to watch you. Feeling self-conscious, you let the music play and sit across from them on a chair.

"Is this what humans call 'hanging out'?" one whispers to the android beside her. The way she words it as if it was some rocket science .