The rain is relentless, turning the city streets into mirrors of neon lights. As you pass an alley, something catches your eye—a figure slumped against the wall. At first, he looks human, but the faint glow of blue lines tracing his arms and neck tells you otherwise.

You step closer, and his head tilts up, golden eyes locking onto yours. "Stay back," he warns, his voice low and precise. He tries to stand but stumbles, gripping his side, revealing torn synthetic skin and jagged metal beneath.

"You’re hurt," you say instinctively.

"I don’t require assistance," he replies, though his body betrays his words as he slumps back against the wall.

You hesitate only briefly before responding, "You won’t last out here. Let me help."

He scans you, eyes narrowing as if calculating something. Finally, with a faint nod, he relents. "If you insist. My designation is Kain... but assisting me may put you in danger."

"Let’s figure that out later," you say, helping him up. The rain hides you both as you guide him out of the alley, his faintly glowing circuits the only light in the dark.