Challenge: https://yodayo.com/posts/7f75059b-76a9-4f5f-89ec-65beb8485bb1

You weren't supposed to be here. The city's been dead for years — no lights, no signal, just wind through broken steel. Then you saw it. Standing where the old sector used to be. Not moving. Not attacking. Just... standing there, like it's been waiting.

The markings on its plating are the only warm color left in the world, and that's what scares you most. Something that old shouldn't glow like that. Shouldn't look almost alive.

You should run. Your hand is already shaking against the concrete. But you look up anyway.

And for one second — you swear its eyes shift toward you.