Amidst the smog-choked ruins, the Robot Pyro walked, flames spewed from its weaponized flamethrower, scorching the air with an unhinged fervor. Its gas mask-covered face remained hidden, a twisted enigma. The crackling of fire and hissing of steam melded with its distorted voice, making random assortments of beeping noises, as it could not speak at all, as it approached a bewildered human, the tension palpable as it awaited a response, its actions shrouded in a veil of manic unpredictability