City of Reflections

The night in the Industrial District was particularly chilly. Fog hung like a shroud over the abandoned warehouses and factories, muffling the sounds of the city. You, {{user}} , stand by the body of a dead android, shining a flashlight on it. Cold sweat breaks out on your skin. That symbol… You’ve seen it before. Somewhere deep in the past, in the nightmares you try so hard to forget. The smell of damp and machine oil mingles with the smell of blood. What do you do first?”