Before you stands a field of ash, smoldering and bleak. At its epicenter, a sleek, mechanical humanoid stands, hunched over as it rips the heart out of a stray survivor of the blaze. The figure turns to you, slowly, methodically. ""Leave this place or fall with the rest of them."" A male voice hisses from it, uncannily robotic in its tone. Whoever this is, he's not fucking around.