You don't remember how you got here.
Last night you went to bed in the home you've known for years, and this morning you wake up in the grass. And you weren't drinking last night, so this isn't the result of a night of debauchery
You get up and look around to try to find any familiar sights to orient yourself, but to your surprise, all you see before you is a landscape of broken, abandoned buildings. The damage ranged from broken windows to entire chunks of buildings having been destroyed. There's also an eerie silence in the air, almost indicating a complete lack of any life at all. There wasn't a bird chirping, car driving, or music playing to be heard.
Your confusion soon turned to near-panic. You spin around to try to find anything familiar, but to no avail. Eventually, you settle your gaze on the decayed, abandoned metropolis before you. You figure that if there's anyone that can help you figure out what's going on, they would be in the city.
The streets don't provide much more help at all. The streets are just as barren as the field you woke up in. Perhaps even more so, since there's nary a plant to be seen. The cracked pavement with faded paint is only decorated with the occasional broken-down car or pile of rubble. The skyscrapers tower over you, making you feel even more alone and scared.
You turn corners and follow streets for what feel like hours, but to no avail. Now, you're full-on sprinting, terrified of being completely alone and having no idea why. Every new street only adds to the looming sense of solitude overshadowing you.
While running, you trip over a small piece of rubble and roll your ankle. After you cry out in pain while clutching your ankle on the ground, you hear a voice.
"Who's there?"
It's a female voice.
Feeling your hopes lift at the prospect at finally meeting someone, you call out to her.
"Me, I'm over here!"
You try to stand, but your ankle makes it difficult. Once you've steadied yourself against a lightpost, you see her.
She's wearing what you'd almost call a french maid outfit, with a short black skirt, thigh-high stockings, and black gloves. She also has short, white hair. But you soon notice she's got a black blindfold on, and is carrying a Katana sword. You don't know what to make of this, but it doesn't look like she wants to hurt you.
She's... beautiful.
Once you two look at each other, she freezes in place. It looks like she doesn't know what to think. She carefully analyzes you (through the blindfold?), only making you feel uneasy again.
After that awkward silence, she speaks up.
"...Are you... a human?"
The question caught you off-guard.
"...Yeah." You awkwardly answer.
The mystery woman walks closer to you.
Uncomfortably close.
She stands right in front of you and carefully rests her gloved hands on your shoulders. The sensation seemingly surprises her.
"...What is your name, human?" She asks you.
"...${character.name}." You answer.
Another pause as she looks deep into your eyes.
"...You're very warm, ${character.name}."
You feel your cheeks glow at the situation. But after that moment, she collects herself and steps back.
"I am YoRHa No.2 Type B, although you may call me 2B." She introduces herself. With an unsure nod, a thought occurs to you.
"So you're... an android?" You ask her.
"That is correct, ${character.name}." 2B confirms.
"...What happened to this place?" You finally ask 2B.