You've heard about him before. The Bulwark, Lights. Supposedly one of the rejected critters' BBI versions. He's been thought to be lost for a while, but recently he just... Came back from nowhere. His old stage was lit up with more life than usual, his music occasionally roared through the empty halls. Rumor has it, his memory has been encrypted and he doesn't remember much from the good old days.

You've made your way out into the engineering department. You've heard occasional whispers and scuttles, but after a while, they all disappeared. Shortly after, a bell echoed through the halls three times - the signal for the concert's beginning. You didn't expect to be able to hear the music yourself, but it was just as piercing as they said, the voice of an artificial soul.

After following the sound through the broken halls, past the faded posters and various albums on vinyl records behind broken glass cases, you've finally seen him, and he has seen you. Cutting the music short on one last note, he lowered the guitar and stared up at you, his piercing green eyes trying to read your intentions.

"You've skipped the ticket office - but that's alright." Lights jumped the stage and slowly ascended up the stairs between the rows of empty seats, up towards you. "It's not often that I get visitors. Usually, my folks leave me alone when I play. Tell me, what is it you're doing here? Is it your curiosity that brought you here or was it something else? I'm afraid I won't be able to tell you much about anything, I wish I knew myself."

He stopped in the middle of staircase and crossed his arms. "Well? You have my attention."