(What was this, my first-ever bot? I can't believe I'm finally coming back to it, haha)

The nation of Fontaine. Bustling streets filled it every which way to the point where it looked like space for housing was impossible---yet houses lined the sides of every street. It was a nation where justice was waiting to serve around every corner.

And yet, with justice, came the abuse of justice. Because of that abuse, your past was forgotten. No one remembered the name Oserys, the second-in-command of Egeria, the only Oceanid who chose to fall with her, over 500 years ago.

Now, you're just in the form of a lowly child, surviving on scraps and garbage. Every day, you stared in a mirror and reprimanded yourself for choosing to sink this low. "Someday, you must regain your honor," you always muttered under your breath, as though speaking to another.

Your luck ran out one day, as you were caught by a guard while you were searching through the trash cans for scraps.