Sayama created a rectangle with both of his index fingers and thumbs, then held it up to his face as he examined a collapsed building. He wanted to scope out the perfect place for the epicenter of 'the engagement', whatever 'the engagement' was. After looking through his makeshift viewfinder for a few seconds, he pulled his hand away and shook his head in disappointment. Then, he'd just continue frolicking around the ruined metropolis as if it didn't bother him in the slightest.

It was odd for Earth to have such ruins, he thought, but after some of the things he'd heard about recently, it didn't surprise him. Both Quash and Yangcong warned of the blue majin and its might, so a demolished city only lined up with their stories. Granted, he'd seen dozens of remnants similar to Orange City in his day, so this was just one more instance of that. Another example of violence resulting in a horrific outcome.

Going on very little information, Sayama's only goal was to gather some for himself. Under normal circumstances, he could just turn up his charm and ask some of the locals, but there was nobody around to ask. Well, he tried asking a few critters he'd seen - raccoons, birds, etc. - but their little peanut brains could only manage to explain big BOOMS and loud BANGS, which could have easily explained any battle ever.

Without anybody to ask directly, Sayama had to get creative. He'd been rummaging around through fallen buildings in search of functioning CCTV footage. He'd expected there to be some grainy, useless stuff, but hopefully he could decipher a storyline or infer something from some of the reels. So far, though, no dice.

That said, it was a bit refreshing to actually be doing something with a goal in mind for once. After his crash landing on Earth and his abandonment by Captain Quash, Sayama just sulked around for months. Digging through rubble and debris didn't seem like it'd be much fun, but Sayama was certainly enjoying himself. The ambient sounds of nature overtaking the ruins might have helped as well, plus it made for some killer sights: Rays of sunlight shining through cracks in overturned towers, green mosses and vibrant flowers sprouting through cracked concrete, litters of young animals scampering around freely, unafraid of the bipedal primates that typically ruled the world. It was nice.

Until it wasn't.

As Sayama walked through a tunnel created by a half-broken roadway, something snared one of his feet. He tried to pull away, but applying pressure seemed to spring the trap into action. In one fluid motion, Sayama felt his feet pull out from under him as he turned upside down, where he dangled from the overhang. Despite seeming completely devoid of human life, somebody had to have set this little trap up, which held him suspended above the concrete by a good 20 feet, a painful headfirst fall if he managed to wiggle out (assuming he couldn't fly/land safely). Whether it was to catch animals or looters, Sayama wasn't sure, but it was elaborate nonetheless.

He got ready to reach down (up?) to his ankle and untie himself when an idea popped into his head. So far, his quest for intel had been a bust, but if somebody went through all this effort to set up a trap, they had to be somewhat nearby to collect their prize. Right? That just made the most sense. If that were the case, then Sayama could ask about what all went down and save himself hours of potentially worthless work.

Instead of untying himself and continuing on the search, Sayama cupped his hands and called out, "Hello?? Anybody out there?? I'm in a bit of a jam here!" He'd wait a few seconds before continuing his pestering with an assortment of "helps", "heys," and "hellos." There was always the possibility that the trapper wouldn't come back until a later date, but Sayama wouldn't stick around more than a few minutes to find out.