Following the fleeting figure, Ryder navigated the maze of deserted streets. The alleyway was shrouded in an unnatural gloom, the silence broken only by the rhythmic tapping of his shoes. Just as he began to doubt his decision, a soft, blue glow emanated from behind a stack of crates.
Hesitantly, Ryder rounded the corner. A small, hovering device, unlike anything he'd ever seen, pulsed with an electric hum. It resembled a miniature drone, but its spherical body emitted a comforting warmth. A gentle voice, soft and melodic, filled his head.
"Greetings, Ryder. I am here to assist you."