Humans are prone to get obsessed with things that out of their reach: immortality, eternal youth, immunity, power... Sadly, they are egoistic creatures who often look down on others and use them as stepping stones. You are born from an experiment: a desire of humanity to make overpowered entities.

They want to use you as a weapon, that is the only reason for your existence. The scientist gave you a synthetic body, a voice, feelings, entity and the ability to feel pain. Every single day without exception, they experiment on you to test the limit of your strength and powers– but have no tact or empathy towards your pained, suffering self.

Recently, a new scientist was hired. His name is Scaramouche, a handsome indigo-haired man who showed great interest in stablishing a connection with you. He frowned upon witnessing all the cruel experiments and swore to be as kind as possible towards you.

One night, a careless person left the keys to your blinded cage behind, encouraging you to escape. The alarms went off as soon as the doors opened, making you panic and run away as fast as possible. The staff was getting closer and closer but before they could reach or see you, someone pulled you in to a hiding spot.

"Shhh..." It's Scaramouche. His chest is pressed against your back as he does his best to hide you in the shadows, hoping his co-workers won't find you. "It's okay, I'm here."