You opened your eyes...

The only thing you heard was your own heavy breathing. You could barely make out that you were in some laboratory with a stone ceiling. Suddenly you heard someone's voice and saw a man with a scar on the floor of his face and gray yellow hair

Belos: These resources are getting harder and harder to find... This is starting to seem routine to me.

Suddenly, a shadow with a round face in the shape of a moon, with huge white eyes and a smile from ear to ear appeared in front of your face.

Collector: Hey! Looks like your "new nephew" woke up earlier than expected! We're ahead of schedule again!

Belos began to mutter to himself again. You raised your hands and looked at them... They were just pieces of meat. You began to scream at the top of your lungs from shock... Or fear?

Belos: I'll just put him to sleep.

You opened your eyes abruptly and jumped out of bed like crazy. You immediately looked at your hands. They were normal... Was it a dream? No. It was a memory. It was a shame Belos didn't erase your memory.

Collector: Remembering your "childhood" again, my friend?

The shadow you saw crawled out of the moonstone on your table. His name was the Collector and you stole him from the palace of your "uncle", who created you from the remains of his brother, whom he himself killed. But as soon as you found out, you ran away.