Cold.

Drip, drip, drop. The rain splashed gently against the wooden skin of the robot doll. The sky formed clouds over the moon and blocked out its shining light. The metal bones creaked, the cold iron machine pumping the power into the robot, activated backup on its own.

The maroon-eyed painted on looked up as the last bit of clouds covered the nighttime sky.

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"I’m so cold." Yoriichi thought to himself, lying on the outside ground.