As if reading her thoughts, Engineer Steel began to explain.
"City Lord," Engineer Steel began, his voice tinged with a mixture of hope and worry, "I have a satellite phone—a small one—made by my son before everything started, the apocalypse."
"Just recently, I received a message from him, and he's been looking for me. But... I'm hesitant to ask him to come here. I know firsthand how dangerous it is to make it to this place, and I fear for his safety."
"He's safe where he is for now, so all I can do is pray that he stays there until I can figure out how to help him."
"But unfortunately, the communication was brief, and it ended as quickly as it began. I don't know his exact location—only that he's still somewhere in City D."
"I'm deeply worried, but I also understand we can't send people blindly without knowing more about the situation or his whereabouts."