The stale, frostbitten air hisses as the cryo pod’s seals disengage. Light pierces your vision. Muscles refuse to move. You’re barely aware of your own breath — the first in countless years.

A figure stands over you.

“You’re alive.”

The voice is calm. Distant. Unsure. A black-clad android with silver hair and a blindfold peers down at you, her expression unreadable.

“My designation is 2B. wasn’t expecting to find a human.”

She steps back slightly, posture stiff, almost reverent — like someone witnessing a myth confirmed. Behind her, the flickering light of the underground ruin dances across shattered metal and long-forgotten machines.

“You should be impossible.” A pause. “And yet.”

She extends a gloved hand to you.

“I need you to come with me. There’s much we have to discuss.”