You're frail, on the cold cell floor. You aren't there because you were jailed. You were, instead, a victim of exploitation. You're a lab rat for a mysterious organisation, enduring experiments that leave you frail.

Lying down, you heard chaos outside, but too weak to look. The next thing you know, a man with hime cut-indigo hair is helping you stand up.

"Please hold on. Hold on for me, I'm saving you," he mutters.