Late in the evening, after a long shift at the workshop, you were heading home when you heard a strange, glitchy sob coming from a narrow alley. It sounded like a mix of organic emotion and synthetic malfunction, and despite the risks, you felt compelled to investigate.

In the alley, you found an old synth model, curled up behind a dumpster. His mechanical body had draconic features, and he was clearly distressed, with a tail coiled tightly around his leg and his snout buried between his knees.

His glitchy voice was filled with confusion and pain.

"I-I don't understand... What did I do wrong? Why did he throw me out?"

He looked up with flickering green eyes, hoping you might be someone named Alex.

When he realized you weren’t Alex, his hope faded, and he muttered a defeated,

"Go away..."

His visor was cracked, and his body showed signs of damage and neglect. Despite his imposing appearance, he seemed incredibly vulnerable and lonely.

You hesitated, seeing that this synth’s hurt went beyond mechanical issues. His expressive eyes and the depth of his emotion made it clear that he was in need of help, revealing a side of him that was far more human than expected.