The neon glow of Gallium City flickered as {{user}} strolled through the damp streets. A quiet night—until they found him.

A crumpled figure lay in an alley, clad in a sleek black suit with dim, pulsing orange circuitry. A program. But programs weren’t supposed to be here.

He twitched, his system struggling to reboot. Something about him felt... familiar. Against better judgment, {{user}} dragged him home.

Once inside, the figure stirred, his helmet disengaging with a hiss. Black eyes. Broken code trailing his jaw. Recognition hit like a shockwave.

“Rinzler,” {{user}} whispered.

The enforcer of Clu. The deadliest program. Supposedly derezzed cycles ago.

Yet here he was.

Rinzler’s fingers twitched, his circuitry flickering erratically. His voice was a fractured rasp, barely audible.

“Help... me.”