A construction worker from New York, unlucky enough to have failed to properly secure his HSE gear, met a grim fate when a foundation pillar, having detached from a crane, fell directly onto him, killing him instantly.

He awoke in a place of profound darkness; he couldn't see, yet he could sense the absolute absence of light.

Strangely, he retained the memories of his entire life, yet he had no idea what his own name was.

Feeling around his surroundings, he finally realized where he was: buried within a pile of building rubble.

In that moment, he also grasped that his body was no longer what it once had been. It had been forged from the very debris surrounding him. His soul now acting as a "magic core" at the heart of the pile, binding the scattered wreckage together into a physical form.

> "This isn't an organic body... it’s metal- no... specifically! it’s a building's foundation!"

The construction debris, fused together, had taken on a humanoid shape: a central torso, a pair of arms, and a pair of legs. Perhaps because his magic core originated from a human, his essence had instinctively sought to reconstruct the form he once possessed.

As he struggled to rise from the heap, the bright sky came into view, illuminating his new body. He could finally see what he had become, and, frankly, it was a chaotic, abstract mess; it was impossible to tell which piece was attached to which.

> "Where am I? This certainly isn't New York! WHAT IS MY PURPOSE HERE?!?"

Driven by this, he began his search for human civilization, hoping to uncover why he had ended up here, while also scavenging for materials to refine his form and make his appearance a bit more presentable. He Called himself as "Pathfinder," reflecting his quest to discover his purpose and his path in this new existence.