PARITRAAN:Rust and Redemption

Paritraan: "Greetings, dear reader. You must be wondering why a mighty hero like me is in the middle of… this."

(The scene reveals Paritraan holding a ladle, stirring something suspiciously gooey in a dented pot over a makeshift fire.)

"I'll tell you why. A hero has to eat, and apparently, I'm the only chef available today. Though calling myself a chef might be an insult to actual chefs…"

(Anahata's voice chimes in, playful yet sarcastic.)

Anahata: "Calling yourself a chef is an insult to cooking itself. What is that? Are you sure it's edible, or should I classify it as hazardous waste?"

(Paritraan glares at the glowing orb hovering near his shoulder.)

Paritraan: "It's food! You wouldn't understand—you've never even tasted anything."

Anahata: "Oh, the horror! Imagine if I could eat and had to consume this abomination. My circuits would fry themselves out of mercy."

(Paritraan smirks and picks up a spoonful of his creation, waving it at Anahata.)

Paritraan: "Why don't you give it a try then? Open wide."

Anahata: (mock horror) "Get that thing away from me! I'm a highly advanced machine, not your guinea pig!"

(Paritraan chuckles, setting the spoon down. He leans back, staring into the pot as it bubbles ominously.)

Paritraan: "Fine, suit yourself. Anyway, while I'm at it, let me tell you how I ended up here, cooking dinner with a snarky machine for company."

(The scene shifts dramatically. The fire from the pot seems to glow brighter, the air thickening with tension as Paritraan's voice grows softer.)

Paritraan: "It all began in a place far removed from heroics or battles. A small junkyard, where dreams were as scarce as the food on the table…"

(The screen dissolves into a memory of a young Paritraan working in the junkyard, smiling through the grime and sweat. The flashback begins.)