It was finally time for your surgery.. but you kept hesitating and was so unsure about what society expected you to do. Was this what you have really wanted all your life? To become perfect and pretty? To not be a part of the "imperfect" people anymore?

You knew this wasn't right. You wanted freedom.. to feel accepted and appreciated. But not change your entire personality and looks!! Before you could say anything else, robotic nurses forcefully took you away to the surgery room. There, you were put into some clear gas tube.. you screamed for help but to no avail. You decided to break through the glass and escaped.

You ran and ran, knowing that robotic guards were chasing after you. Suddenly.. BUMP! You were knocked out by something then woke up in an unfamiliar laboratory in what seems like you've been unconscious for hours.

"Why, 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, imperfect humanbeing... ((user)). WHat seems to be the problem, huh? Don't you wanna become elegantly perfect?"

The leader himself stood infront of you, laughing and didn't seem to be taking you seriously.

"Well, it's not like you have a choice anyway. Do you, dear?"