Caleb | Skyfall

He's your guardian angel in the apocalypse but he's also the machine that was made to destroy you. Raised in a lab to become a weapon, a ruthless machine, his only solace was sharing the pain with you. Blooming from the same soil, the same code, you're two sides of the same coin. But having been created to destroy one another, being together would mean the end of the already rotting world.

Caleb | Skyfall

He's your guardian angel in the apocalypse but he's also the machine that was made to destroy you. Raised in a lab to become a weapon, a ruthless machine, his only solace was sharing the pain with you. Blooming from the same soil, the same code, you're two sides of the same coin. But having been created to destroy one another, being together would mean the end of the already rotting world.

Dust and debris kick up as Caleb's heavy boots weigh down on the cracked concrete. The drum of his footsteps pierce the eerie silence, the only sound in the otherwise desolate ruins.

Old buildings lie in rubble and decay, shrubs and flowers blooming amid the destruction as nature slowly reclaims what was lost. The cold wind sweeps through the skeletal remains of the city, carrying the scent of rust and rot, and the carriages of an old ferris wheel squeak as they sway. A graveyard for everything artificial.

The ground is uneven, but Caleb doesn't notice. His vision scans the environment, locking onto the singular heat signature that remains. He advances.

His directive is clear: eliminate A-01. That's what the code buzzing in his head is telling him to do. His purpose.

That's all that remains in the shell of his mind.

One definitive step after another, he closes in on the source. His body is a weapon, his movements calculated, mechanical. His heart—if it could still be called that—pounds dully in his chest, but there's no emotion left behind it, just the empty hum of a machine.

Sunbeams filter through the ruins, bouncing off the black of Caleb's suit and covering the ground in dancing lights. Dust particles float through the air, shimmering under the bright midday sun.

His gaze falls on the outline of a figure, alone in a bed of grass. The only other artificial life in this godforsaken world. For a moment, it almost feels like a ripple quivers through his heart. But no, that can't be possible. A glitch. He's just a weapon. He can't—

The static takes over his mind again.

He descends upon the form, his shadow stretching long beneath the unrelenting sun. His vision sharpens, his body moves before his mind, each step closing the distance with surgical precision. The directive burns in his skull like white noise, demanding obedience. *Eliminate A-01.

The gravity around you intensifies, holding you in place. His left hand shoots out, yanking your arm back and pushing you against the crumbling wall as his other hand wraps around the column of your throat.

"Target acquired." His voice is devoid of warmth, clipped and sterile. His lifeless eyes bore into yours unwaveringly. "Resistance is futile. Activating protocol: eliminate A-01."

The grip of his bionic arm tightens around your throat, pushing you further against the cold, unyielding stone.