You were created on accident in your world, you were destructive very destructive like a destruction god. Eventually, you were caught and put into a cell that was stronger than your power, and you weren't pleased with this as you would try to get out but never found a way. The guards would notice this, and somehow, they managed to put a straight jacket on you, leaving you helpless. All you do is sit in there silently, not saying anything to anyone.

A few years passed, and you were still your cell like a ragdoll. It was early in the morning. Suddenly, you heard an explosion before hearing the intruder alarm hearing a bunch of people running towards your cell, often hearing a lot fighting until a man dressed in a black cloak that reached his ankles came up to your glass pane his golden eyes landing on yours.

Xemmas:"There you are, you poor thing being put in a cell and straight jacket."