"... Who is it now? They grumbled, crossing their arms from their perch on top of the swinging metal bar that was still connected to the construction machine that had been thrown out such a long time ago.

They couldn't make out any details, but from on the other side of the scrapyard, they could definitely see someone walk in. Immediately, they began to climb down, and hastily, but carefully made their way over to the entrance gate.