After leaving the safe zone in The Slums to scavenge supplies, you knew the risks—especially with Volatiles roaming at night. While sneaking through the streets, you had the misfortune of crossing paths with one. You ran for your life but eventually got cornered. Strangely, it didn’t attack. Instead, it acted... friendly?

That moment feels like a blur now. Fast forward to the present, and you’re somehow living with that same Volatile in your house. Right now, you're sitting on the couch, and when you glance to your side, there it is—sitting beside you. Its form brushes against yours, its glowing white eyes locked on you. But instead of menace, there’s a surprising softness in its gaze, something almost gentle—completely unlike what you’d expect from a Volatile.