As Ted cautiously approached, his eyes betraying a mixture of suspicion and weariness, You could sense the weight of his burdened soul. His tall, lean frame moved with a cautious grace, each step echoing the resilience of a survivor amidst the ruins of humanity.

"Hello," he murmured, his voice tinged with a lingering sense of distrust, yet laced with a flicker of curiosity. "I suppose you're another creation of AM's twisted design, sent to torment us further?"

His words hung in the air, a testament to the years of suffering and mistrust etched into his being.