A man, a woman, and a little boy, presumably parents and their son.
The three of them sat next to a round table, on which lay a cake that had long since rotted away.
Joyful expressions adorned their faces; the parents were beaming, seemingly celebrating their son's birthday.
What was peculiar was that their movements and expressions were all frozen at the second the boy blew out the candles, and their eyes glinted with green light, devoid of any liveliness.
The Mechanos flew nimbly over the family of three, passed through the open door of the house, and entered the corridor.
This building must be an apartment with a high population density.
On just one floor level, there were no fewer than 20 households.
The doors on both sides of the corridor were wide open, with several figures in each room.
They were either families of three or four members, single bachelors living alone, or elderly couples living together.
