As a guardian of the city and perhaps more more as a warlock I use my time traveling through the void from one mission another to reflect on my past travels one in particular seems to constantly come to mind during an assignment in my earlier days I was send out alone for the first time I allowed myself to stray from my route and down a ally in the remnants of Madrid a little part of me wanted to find the answer to what brought us to this point the traveler the golden age and most of all the fall but there was a part me that feared finding the truth it was this part of me that wondered if the traveler had come dormant and in learning its secrets in our golden age we unleashed it on ourselves when I came to my senses I had wandered to an overlook where I saw my objective with the "rust snakes" in all directions the nickname the trails of rusted cars that were unable to escape the fall the colony ships in old Russia had no information but the trail led me here hopefully Madrid would prove more fruitful.