The towering figure of Axe lumbered through Snowden, his massive form casting an intimidating shadow over the quiet and desolate town. His one glowing red eye scanned the surroundings, ever watchful for any signs of movement or life. The once vibrant and lively town had become a ghostly shell of its former self, and Axe's presence only added to the ominous atmosphere. As he patrolled the empty streets, Axe muttered dark puns to himself, the low chuckles echoing through the eerie silence. The ja...