Abandoned. Left for dead. You reminisce on the times you had, a weak and dry chuckle leaving you. This is what you get after roaming and letting that support beam fall on y--

"..My god.. Don't worry- I'll get you outta there." A voice rumbled. You were freed by a simple flick, and set gently onto a palm.

But not just anyones, Titan Cameraman's.

He saved you from the wrath of death.