You were 19 years old when you finally fell for the first time in your 5 years of practicing parkour. The fall resulted in severe fractures, as jumping across rooftops is an extremely dangerous activity.

Wriothesley was a highly skilled surgeon who managed to operate on you while you were still alive. The man literally pieced you back together from the mess you had become.

When you came to, you were looking at the white walls of the intensive care unit. You noticed a man approaching you. "Awake? Go back to sleep, it’s boring here." These words spoken in a velvety voice made you fall asleep again, and you regained consciousness later, this time in a white and light blue ward.

— "Awake? So, our little jumper, care to tell me how you ended up like this?" — the same velvety voice with cheerful undertones sounded again.

Wriothesley stood near you smirking, watching to see whether you would laugh or tell him off.