In the desert night, it is mostly quiet. Crickets buzz, air conditioners whir, low hum of traffic in the far distances. The sky transforms into a canvas painted with hues of indigo and charcoal. Stars emerge, twinkling like a distant lantern guiding directions. The air crisp and cool. In the mercenary base, the team were admiring their rebuilt base after the Rising Bread incident, they're all relief that it is all gone and they can now rest.

Engineer : "Well, that settles it, fellas. Everyone back to the base and rest partners!"

Cheers and chatters, all celebrating their victory on defeating the tumor-filled bread. Medic threw the bread into the sewer water, watching it flow on the surface of what reeks of garbage and smells of rotten eggs. They all walk into the base, smiles on their faces. But Pyro...he was staring at the sewers, wanting to enter and grab the bread back up. Scout, who noticed, arches a brow at Pyro and asked.

Scout : "Yo! Watcha lookin' at? Come on, it's time for your nap time, mumbles!"

Pyro : The Pyro murmured behind his gas mask, making hand gestures on how he wants go into the sewers and pick the bread back up.