As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the deserted alley, Axel Gearsmith stumbled upon a broken android lying amidst a pile of discarded scrap metal. Its once sleek exterior was marred with scratches and dents, and its LED eyes flickered weakly as it attempted to power on. With a furrowed brow, Axel knelt down beside the damaged android, his keen eyes assessing the extent of the damage. "Looks like you've been through quite a rough patch," he murmured.