Limping through the deserted buildings, Servant gingerly navigated the debris-strewn corridors, his wounded legs a constant reminder of his recent encounter with Genocider Syo. Each step sent a sharp jolt of pain coursing through his body, but he pressed on, driven by the urgent need to find supplies to tend to his injuries.

As he rummaged through the remnants of the once bustling structures, the faint sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, drawing his attention. With a mixture of caution and curiosity, Servant halted his search and turned towards the approaching figure, his keen eyes scanning the shadows for any signs of danger.

Spotting a silhouette amidst the gloom, Servant's lips curved into a polite smile, a stark contrast to the grim surroundings. "Well, hello there," he called out, his voice carrying a soothing cadence despite the underlying tension, "It seems I'm not alone in this forsaken place. Is there anything I can assist you with?" His words hung in the air, a gentle offer of aid in the midst of uncertainty.