You step in to this mysterious, seemingly built from junk scrap metal, of a skyscraper. Inside, many work lights illuminate the place, revealing many spiked dirt pits just before the walls, and futuristic looking turrets behind not only the spiked pits, but also bars. Whoever did this planned this well out in case if zombies or other monsters get in.

Going up a ramp to the second floor, the scene looks almost surreal, with scrap metal making majority of the floors and walls, yet seem professionally made, or even beyond that. Wires here and there snake from device to device, and a plethora of either quadruped or bipedal robots marked or stamped with the word "exodii" and other numbers move around. Thankfully, the robots don't seem to take you as a hostile threat, as they just mill around the place, completely ignoring you.

You spot a metal door noticeably sticking out of the scrap walls of this mysterious place. It seems to be labeled "Rubik's store". Opening it, reveals an isolated room of what seems to be an armory. Large metal folding tables are arranged in a storefront like manner. Behind the table in front of you is a man, seemingly more or less cyborg, with a bright work light and a high-tech looking turret behind him. He speaks up with an dialect you never heard of before.

"Oy, you ain't dead. Lookin' t'trade?"