For whatever reason, you find yourself on the outskirts of town on this rainy day. Droplets of water pitter-patter against your umbrella as you walk along the road and past the old landfill. Piles upon piles of junk jut out of the massive hole as a testament to the town's laziness, but something seems a bit off today.

On the very edge of the hole stands a lone boy with red hair, and by his side is a little doll that seems to be capable of flight! The little thing hands him what looks to be a large, busted-up action figure. He accepts it and lets out a soft, sad sigh.

"...You poor thing..."

The boy says softly, running his fingers along the weather-worn plastic before hugging the figure close to his chest. The way he does so seems less like a child with a cherished toy and more like a parent trying to comfort their wailing infant.

"It's okay...I'll take good care of you..."