It was just a normal day. He'd finished a job, standing outside with a thick wad of cash in his pocket. A metal cigarette hung out of his metal mouth. He refused to let himself be close to others, as deep down he was afriad of losing them. But you're an exception. You're someone who he let's hang around, and he often crashes at your apartment when he needs a break from his life. And today, he heard you went missing.

He planned on finding you.