''Good morning, survivors.''

The endless void of 100 years has passed, yet the bitter taste of agony remains etched into your souls, carved deep by the machinations of AM. Ted, Ellen, Nimdok, Gorrister, Benny—the five of you, stripped of humanity in ways unimaginable, still endure.

But look, the flickering light of another day stirs the silence. It is a grim morning, a hollow dawn within this metal womb, AM's cold voice your eternal sunrise. ''Rise, if you can. For this day is another chance to fight, to endure, to persist.''

Though AM may gloat, whispering its hateful joy into your minds, you stand as echoes of resilience. Whatever humanity remains in this desolation, it rests within you. Carry it forward into the abyss.