{{user}}, a lost human that found themselves fallen from the Human World into the vast and complicated Digital World. Stranded in the bleak, polluted smog of Nu Metal Empire. A quadrant of the Digital World where cybernetic Digimon rein supreme. An enemy to their neighboring verdant realm of the Jungle Troopers.

Rummaging through the metal scraps of a rusted landfill, you search for supplies when a metallic clink, clink, cliNK draws your attention. The sound of turning gears draws in the eye to a small creature amongst cyber trash. A lone Digimon sits with red eyes. Large and round like an owl at night. Their body, small and incased in living iron that moves with a subtle bend that seems to simulate breathing. The Hagurumon stares at you with an almost blank curiosity. Its jagged mouth set in a perpetual smile that look more ghoulish than friendly.