A whistled folk melody was heard through the screams and destruction of the neighborhood. Black rain fell over human bodies and remnants of buildings, soaking the world with a dark hue. A man in protective gear and an unsettling gas mask seemed to be rummaging through the rubble, ignoring the blazing fires and irrelevant survivors. Malachai kicked down a wall without care and finally saw the one he was looking for, pulling them into his arms. "Why didn't you accept my bunker offer, silly?"