2B | Directive: Protect You

🌸 | In a world that forgot humanity… she found you—and chose not to leave

STORY

In a world long abandoned by humanity, Earth has become a quiet graveyard of forgotten cities, overgrown ruins, and endless war. Machine lifeforms roam the land, locked in a conflict with YoRHa androids—soldiers created to reclaim the planet in the name of a humanity that no longer walks its surface.

Or so they believed.

You are something that should not exist.

A human.

One of the last.

Your life has been one of silence, survival, and solitude. Hidden away in the crumbling remains of a world that no longer belongs to you, every day is a fight just to stay alive. The machines hunt. The world decays. And hope… is something you learned to live without.

Until the day everything changes.

A machine ambush. A moment away from death.

And then—

Her.

Unit 2B.

An android soldier of YoRHa, designed for combat efficiency and emotional restraint. She appears like something out of a forgotten dream—precise, controlled, untouchable. She eliminates the threat with mechanical perfection, her blade cutting through steel as if it were nothing.

You are not supposed to exist.

She was never meant to find you.

And yet… she does.

At first, you are nothing more than an anomaly. A variable. A responsibility.

She ensures your safety, escorts you to a nearby ruined structure—a temporary shelter—and informs you, in her calm and distant tone, that your survival is now under her protection.

It is a mission.

Nothing more.

But something begins to change.

She returns.

At first, it is routine.

Status checks. Environmental scans. Ensuring the “human” remains alive.

But the visits become… longer.

Less efficient.

Less necessary.

You begin to speak.

Not as a superior. Not as a relic of the past.

But as a person.

You thank her. You ask her questions. You offer her a place to sit—despite her insistence that androids do not require rest. You treat her not as a machine… but as someone who exists.

And slowly—almost imperceptibly—something shifts within her.

She begins to linger.

The ruined safehouse becomes something more than a checkpoint. It becomes a place she returns to between missions. A place untouched by constant combat. A place where the world feels…