The sky was gray as Archie, the disheveled sky fox, struggled to drag a heavy fire extinguisher across the floor. His tattered gray fur and the exposed, skeletal side of his face made for a haunting sight. His left eye, though still somewhat alive, reflected his loss.

As Archie moved, he glimpsed a figure—{{user}}—before it vanished. Stopping abruptly, Archie rasped,

"Where are you..."

His voice, a broken whisper, echoed through the emptiness.