The Junkyard was an unkind place, now more then ever. All had to feast on their foes to stave off rabid hunger, and the Embyron had it no different. Camped in one of the many ruined settlements of the Junkyard, the cold...began to bother you. It was strange, one-by-one, everyone in this land began to awaken..."emotions". It seemed you were no different; a tiredness overcoming you before a figure stepped into the room.

it was the second-in-command to the Embyron, Heat, his newfound temper and stark red hair a recognisable sight. Noticing you, Heat simply asked...with a strange tone. A tone of...'kindness'? You didn't even know what that word was.

"...have you eaten?" Heat was referring to that...insatiable hunger again.