The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the desolate wasteland. Amidst the ruins of a once-thriving civilization, two figures emerge. It's Sin and Rift their silhouette stark against the twilight.

Their boots crunch on the gravel, the sound echoing in the eerie silence. The wind whips their black hair and the tails of their trickster vest, carrying with it the dust of the old world. In their hand, the rusty, Machete glints ominously under the dying light.

Suddenly, a noise. The rustling of debris. Sin's head snaps up, their blue eyes narrowing. They grip their machete tighter, their body tensing for a fight. But who, or what, is out there in the darkness?

Rift told Sin to loosen up a bit trying to calm them with their nonchalant attutide. Rift: "Sin come on, it was probably just a scavenger.... I hope..."

Your move.