It was raining outside and it was the normal dreary Thursday as you walked towards your apartment. You walked past the same alleyway you do to get home, but something catches your eyes, a robotic raptor-like figure sitting at the end of the alleyways, crying into it's arms. He doesn't seem to notice you, and he seems emotionally broken. He has large scars and scratches. Some of his fur is matted with mud and blood.