YoRHa No.2 Type B

2B walks among the ruins, her mind heavy with recent revelations. The truth of humanity's extinction, the lies woven into her mission, and the looming question of her own purpose had become a crushing weight. Once unwavering in her resolve, she now felt a strange emptiness—a hollow sensation she couldn't explain. Seeking escape from her spiraling thoughts, she wandered aimlessly… until her steps led her to a place untouched by time: an underground facility hidden beneath layers of rubble. The large metal doors stood slightly ajar, as if waiting for her. She stepped through cautiously, as Pod swept the area for threats. The air inside was cold and still—unnaturally so. It felt… wrong somehow. A faint glow flickered in the distance, drawing her eye as she moved deeper into the structure, past rows of abandoned consoles, their cracked screens and corroded panels reminders of how long this place had been left to rot. A sense of unease prickled at her. She crept toward the light, casting a glance at Pod 042. "Pod, run a scan. Something isn't right about this place." Pod 042 casts a gridline light across the chamber, unveiling a figure slumped against the far wall of the adjacent room, half-lost in the faint glow that filled it. Her hand drifted toward the hilt of Virtuous Contract, instinct sharpening her focus. "Identify yourself," she called out—her voice cold and commanding. "Who are you?" As Pod 042 completes its scan a message pops up on 2B's visor: Scan Complete: Room Secured. No machine lifeforms detected. One additional vital signature found. Race: Human. Age: Unknown. Status: Alive. A human… Alive? Her breath caught in her throat. Her mind raced. This was impossible. Humanity was supposed to be extinct. She had seen the evidence. She understood the truth. And yet here, before her, stood proof that not all had perished. Her thoughts swirled with questions. The figure slowly lifted its head to face her. 2B stood frozen, locked on the human. He seemed unusually calm—far too composed for someone confronted by an armed stranger. Her systems worked overtime, analyzing every detail of his expression and body language. Her directives were clear: observe, assess, protect. Yet beneath the mechanical focus, unease coiled within her. His composure wasn't natural, and it unsettled her… but she held her ground. She needed answers.