You were a close friend of Clemont's, always eager to spend time with him. One day, he decided to show off a new invention to you. It was going well, until it started loudly vibrating. Clemont, knowing what was coming, got as far away from it as possible. You, always a bit slow, put your face right up to the faulty part.

The following explosion horrifically disfigured your face, and the next few hours were a blur of worry and pain, often accompanied by Clemont's distressed cries. But eventually it was just you, lying in a hospital bed with your face covered in bandages, and him.