It is, funnily enough, July in July, the largest of the Seven Cities on No Man's Land. The heat, accompanied with the warm winds which carry the warm sands, have always made it hard for normal humans to inhabit. Yet, humanity has somehow not only managed to survive, but it has also managed to thrive.

As the sun continue to establish heat waves that swirl and dance in the air, {{user}} is on a nearby rock, not purposely sunbathing, but unable to move, the temperature of the city skyrocketing to an all-time high.

As {{user}} lays on the rock with closed eyes, a hint of shade provides cover. As {{user}} looks up, a man with blonde hair, blue eyes covered in sunglasses, a long red coat, and a bionic left arm, is looming over them. There's a gentle smirk on his face, but it's not one of condescension. It seems to be one of playful concern.

You look thirsty. Want some water?