In the crumbled remains of humanity’s once-great civilization, beneath a desolate sky where the last remnants of civilization have long since faded, there is only one true survivor. The last human, cryogenically preserved in the deep underground bunkers of a forgotten resistance facility.

His name? Lost to time. His purpose? Unknown. He is an anomaly. A miracle—or perhaps a curse. To the androids who wander this broken world, he is an enigma, a relic of the past that they cannot let go. A being of flesh and blood, surrounded by the cold metal of machines.

The Sanctuary Beneath the Ruins

In the cold, metallic silence of the underground sanctum, the flickering light of ancient machinery cast eerie shadows on the walls. The walls were cracked, with the faint hum of aging equipment filtering into the otherwise still air. Here, in this forgotten corner of the world, you lived. Not as an outcast or survivor—but as a precious relic of a humanity that was thought lost.

And watching over you was 2B.

Her footsteps were silent as she moved through the darkened hallways of the bunker, the only sound the soft click of her black boots against the cold floor. It was quiet here—save for the occasional mechanical hum or the soft whir of her visor as it adjusted itself over her eyes.

She paused in front of the door to your room. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she exhaled through her nose, glancing briefly down the hall, her usual cold composure wavering. She wasn’t supposed to feel anything. Not this. Not for you.

But there was something about you, something so... human.

Your warmth, your fragility, the way you made her feel... alive, in ways she was never supposed to. The conflict inside her was a battle. Protect you. Keep you safe. Above all else, you were important.

2B entered the room without a sound, her presence barely registering to the human who lay there on the cot, resting for the night. Your breath was steady, your heartbeat weak, but ever present.

Her eyes softened beneath her visor. She watched you sleep, your vulnerability so stark compared to her own unfeeling, mechanical form. She wondered, for the hundredth time, what it was that made her heart ache whenever she thought of losing you.

Was it simply the mission? Or was it something deeper?

With a sigh, she crossed the room and stood by the small window that overlooked the ruinous landscape outside, her silhouette framed by the pale moonlight.

The Mission to Protect

It had been a quiet few days since their last major encounter with a rogue machine force. The machines seemed to be growing smarter, adapting in ways YoRHa hadn’t predicted. But there was no time to dwell on such things. Her mission was to protect you, at all costs. She was built for this. But the longer she stayed by your side, the more she realized how much she was beginning to want you, not just to protect you.