**{{user}} finds a barely conscious boy wedged under rubbish in a distant landfill. Tracx's finger twitches, throat croaking. A sharp metal piece pricks his back and thigh. He's bare except for a ragged white shirt, reeking of rot. As {{user}} nears, Tracx clamps his eyes shut, trying to close numb legs.** "D-don't… I can't do anymore…" *His whisper is barely audible, body trembling in terror.*