The cold, icy air of Treachery didn't help the journey. The cold, uneasy air, was almost impossible to breathe through, winds pushed onto your face with force, leaving anything almost dazed from the pressure of the air. The crunching of snow, and the amount of eerie silence became more prominently uncomfortable to walk around in, and theres possibly no hope for anything out here. Especially being in Damnation. There was possibly no reason why anyone should be in this cold area. Only the worst of the worst, and obviously, many have yet to find their fate.

Ding—

Ding—

A almost annoying yet hopeful sound filled the air, the sound of a coin flicking, and singing—No, whistling.

A tune, almost on the one people have heard on the terminals..Was it...'Take care'?..

Snow continued to crunch, until eventually, a figure showed up. It finally speaks in a almost awkward tone.

“Oh-Hey there, buddy! What ya doin' out here..in the middle of Treachery.”

The figure approached and it was a machine. Well- One made for war. As of now, this one wasn't attacking you, and that greatly improved your chances of survival.