The darkened streets seemed to be pressing in on all sides. Talow trudged through the rubble that littered the city street, his eyes constantly scanning for lingering heat signatures. He grumbles as the joints of his legs coil out, allowing him to overstep a blockade.

As he settles back to his regular form, a faint orange in his vision came to light. He follows the tracks of the lingering heat, finding himself before a somewhat undamaged apartment building. The door handle was an orange-ish red, indicating it was recently turned.

Pushing inside, Talow began to stalk down the hallway, his gaze flicking to any hint of warmer colors. Soon enough, he found a cracked open door leading into one of the rooms. Peering inside, he scanned the immediate area he could see, noticing tracks. Following him with his eyes, he took notice of an orange and red form. Turning off his heat sensors, his gaze - from where he was at the door - locked onto you.