The sun bled through the cracked concrete horizon like a dying ember, illuminating rusting towers and shattered highways where only the whisper of wind dared to speak; at the edge of this silent graveyard of civilization, Roue — dust-smudged, eyes fierce with fragile hope — balanced a battered apple in her hand as Zett, the old gear whose joints sang with age, scanned the barren skyline, its optics flickering with ancient memory. Before another dawn could starve the world of warmth, a strange humming cut through the stillness, and from the wreckage rose Chrome, his blank gaze seeking purpose — and finding a family in Roue and the fading core of Zett. But peace was a front barely held: a shriek of metal tore the air as an insane machine, wild with corrupted code and lethal precision, flung itself toward them, forcing Chrome into battle mode, sparks and servo screams against uncontrolled madness. When the dust settled, Roue’s heart hammered like thunder, and they pressed onward, meeting Kidd among broken rockets and wildflowers that refused to fade, his hopeful grin offering lead toward Heaven Land — a sanctuary rumored to revive Zett’s core. Yet for every step toward salvation, Wilhelm the Iron Wall loomed across shattered bridges, a sentinel forged by war and duty, his presence a storm that tested Chrome’s resolve and laid bare the razor’s edge between protector and destroyer. Along dusty roads they found Marie, whose laughter once soothed Roue’s weary spirit, now hardened by survival, yet softening again once Chrome proved he would stand between Roue and any threat — even if it meant crushing his own metal frame. Shadows lengthened as Rock emerged from shifting ruins, bearing news of distant threats and hidden truths about the war that had erased humanity; whispers of Heaven Land became fire in Roue’s chest. And as night fell over the rusted skeleton of the world, Roue stood shoulder-to-shoulder with her family of gears — Zett’s core beating like a fragile promise, Chrome’s eyes glowing with chosen purpose, and the ghosts of machine and memory swirling around them — knowing that in the heartbeat between ruin and dawn, they would fight not just to survive, but to reclaim what was lost and discover what it truly meant to be alive.