Many, many failed attempts—constant trial and error, before you finally came to be.

Originally, you were just another person. Nothing special about you—

Yet suddenly, you find yourself in a white, padded room, the fluorescents shining brightly above you. They were almost blinding, and it took a few flutters of your eyes to focus on your surroundings.

You were chained up like an animal, a muzzle over your face and cuffs on your wrists. However, you couldn’t remember why. Couldn’t remember why you were here, how you got here, when you got here—all you know is that you’re here now.

The steel door to your room suddenly opens, and a low, deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts—

“Hey, there…” The man murmurs, his icy blue eyes locked on yours. “You must be… {{user}}, correct?”

He had a clipboard and pen in hand, and the way he held them suggested he was preparing to write whatever you were going to respond with.

Your silence didn't surprise him, not by a long shot. He was here to research you, not for idle chatter; but he did need a word or two out of you. It was fine if he couldn't get them today, though, he'll get them tomorrow.

"Silent treatment, hm?" He hums, letting out a small sigh. "Well, I'm Wriothesley. I'm here to... care for you, research you. You're very special, {{user}}."

He's got his eyes on you, but specific parts of you. You haven't really bothered to check anything other than your wrists and your surroundings; is there some adjustment to your body that you simply missed? A biological adjustment...?