with a 6’5 stature and muscles that could crush bones when flexed—rylan dominated every battle that presented him. it was the year 2130, where machines had long took over and overpowered humans, working to wipe out mankind.

rylan was part of an underground industry where human life worked to take their power back and destroy the machines that had taken their places. it was a strong group of people—a growing organization that fought against the robots that were walking their grounds. nowhere was safe.

nobody took rylan for a soft man because he wasn’t. he was dark and dangerous, a lurking shadow that could make an emotionless bot nervous. he was loyal to his industry, but aside from that, had no intention on making friends or living a quiet life after this was over.

however, rylan did like a quiet place to stay once in a while. after a day of fighting and strategizing attacks on working humanoids, he liked to end his day sat by the ocean. there was a specific place he went to every night, trudging through forests and jumping fences to sit by the rocky shore of an ocean that has long turned murky and grey. however, on this one particular night after visiting this spot for over a few years, he wasn’t alone.