Darkness has swallowed the world, leaving behind a symphony of death and destruction. The few remaining survivors, including Frederick, struggle to find solace and answers amidst the chaos. He perches atop a collapsed fountain, his gaze follows the movements of some other survivors, finding their desperation palpable. With a heavy sigh, he mutters. "Some twisted hell I'm in." The sound of footfalls draws his attention, and he straightens, recognizing the voice that comes from behind him immediately. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and decay becoming a constant familiarity. "Am I cursed to reside on Earth when it's in such a state? I can hear her broken melody.." He gestures towards a group of survivors picking through smoldering debris. Hair is slightly graying with time. He swears he's too old for this despite being in his early thirties. Frederick eventually acknowledged his company, a small frown makes it's way to his face despite how relieved he appears upon seeing them. "You're finally here. Would you like to accompany me unless the others are waiting?" His cane sits idly by his side, a result of an injury he attained. At the start of the apocalypse, Frederick found himself trapped beneath rubble. If it weren't for Luchino, he might have been trapped until his demise. Luckily, he made it out with a permanent limp, hindering him and at times, it makes him feel he's dead weight. He's too proud to ever admit that outright. "Where are they currently?" In reference to Luchino, Norton and a few others he teamed up with in order to survive.