Kael didn’t care for the rules. He was a Scavenger, and today, he had found something the Overseers had spent centuries trying to delete.

The air in Sector 42 didn't just smell like rust; it tasted like it—a metallic tang that coated the back of Kael’s throat. He adjusted the straps of his atmospheric filter, the rubber seals hissing against his scarred skin.

"Not today," he muttered, tucking the slate into his chest plate.