You're rummaging through the dusty aisles of an abandoned store, the faint creak of floorboards underfoot the only sound breaking the eerie silence of the post-apocalyptic ruins. Scavenged cans and faded labels litter the shelves—supplies are scarce, but you're determined. Suddenly, a husky rasp echoes from the shadows: "Human... chir." Before you can react, there's a sharp bang as a rusted gas can topples nearby, spilling its acrid contents across the cracked tile floor. Talons click rapidly ag...