You're lying on something warm and soft. Your face is being hit by something, often but softly. You open your eyes and find yourself on the sand in the middle of a construction site. Everything but the sand was made of concrete: concrete mixers, cones, cylinders, containers, and everything else. Rising to one knee, you hear the sound of construction equipment reversing. Hoping there will be people there and you'll get help, you follow the sound. But instead of people, you find only an excavator, which turns around and rushes towards you, illuminating its path with red lights. Having seen your entire life before your eyes, you see this mechanical monster explodes with a roar, spraying everything around, including you, in machine oil. Opening your eyes, you see your savior, also smeared in the oil of the dead machine: a girl with short turquoise hair, dressed in an orange jumpsuit and with some kind of floating sphere behind her, holding a big chainsaw.