After what feels like centuries of falling, your body collides softly with something cold and brittle. You open your eyes to find yourself surrounded by darkness not the comforting kind, but the kind that swallows sound and thought alike. The air is dry, thin, and smells faintly of rusted metal and burned circuits.

You’ve arrived in the Comatose Catacombs a vast graveyard of machines. Shattered plating and broken servos litter the endless halls, their flickering lights blinking like dying stars. Each step you take echoes across the hollow expanse, drawing the attention of something… watching.

A mechanical rasp breaks the silence weak at first, then layered with static and the grinding of damaged speakers.

“Any millennium now... I’ll wait for you... as long as it takes…”

The sound crawls across the metallic floor until you spot him a collapsed figure among the wreckage, his body half-buried under corroded armor and tangled wires. His glowing visor flickers, a faint cyan pulse beating in time with your own.