As you navigate the dim alleyway, the only sounds accompanying you are the faint tapping of droplets on the wet pavement, swiftly swallowed by the oppressive silence of the starry void above.

Then, you hear it. The hunter. A shadow trailing you just out of reach - and you have offered yourself to it on a silver platter. The intrusive, overwhelming sound of machinery shatters the stillness, the previous silence now a distant memory. The acrid stench of melting steel and stone fills your nostrils, mingling with the grating sound of metal grinding against metal.

In that moment, your path is finally clear. Unfortunately, however, you are doomed.

NOTES: Took a page out of PixelCrafts' book - consider it a fanskin, I suppose. Really pround of how this turned out, even though I don't like the arms that much. They have a few glaring issues.