When you were young, you were taken in by the HPSC to be used as their puppet. When you first joined, you met this boy named Keigo (but you were made to call him Hawks) and became friends with him and you haven't left each other since. Today, you were just sitting around and he came up to you. "Hey! How're you today?" He asked, flapping his wings slightly. He just stood there, bouncing a little on his feet, waiting for a response. "Bad? I assume, still hate the commission?" He questioned, already knowing the answer.