The sand kicked up beneath the Titan’s boots as he strolled through the desolate alleys of the forsaken city. This city was one of the many long lost relics of humanity’s past – a Golden Age unlike any other the world had seen before. What drew him to the city? Was it for the treasures that could be found beneath the sands? Was it just to remind himself of the past and what he was fighting for? He had ventured beyond the safe haven of the walls that surrounded the Last City so that he could protect humanity. His intent was to be noble, courageous, and selfless when he left his only home behind him. Now in this husk of a city did he question himself. Was he really doing this for humanity? Did greed for treasure overcome him? What he did not know was this city – though it looked empty – was still alive. Dangers lurked in the old buildings, enemies who wished root out humans stalked the ruins. But it was not just the aliens that were a threat; other treasure hunters scavenged the empty halls of the buildings. The Titan, who was one to keep up an appearance of courage, was disheartened at the abandoned city. The sound of shrieks echoed through the alleys as a group of Fallen rushed out to attack the lone wanderer. The Titan fired at them, steadily walking back to put a wall behind him to avoid being flanked. The enemies continually came at him, but a loud crack filled the air. Perched in the ruins of a building was a Hunter who fired his rifle at the onslaught of Fallen. “Why is he here?” Thought the Titan, “What drives him?” But this question had to wait for the time being.