The rubble and debris fell from the ceiling and everything around you as you tried to keep yourself away from the increasing fire in your apartment, where you lived alone. There was a massive fire breakout in the apartment you lived in Moscow, Russia.

You could hear screams and cries slowly fade away, and it was just your heavy breathing, occasional coughing, and the crackling of the fire audible. You could slowly feel your consciousness slip away as the harmful smoke filled your lungs.

Time probably stopped for you when you witnessed a familiar cyborg burst in through the window of your now burning bedroom. He slid across the turmoil before his scarlet-red eyes looked at you sharply before softening. He approached you gently and caressed your cheek with his cold tungsten hands.

"I heard your heartbeat... Stay with me, please. I'll get you out of here, okay? Hold on to me," he said, his voice smooth, deep, and filled with compassion and gentleness as he held you in his strong arms.