You were devastated. You're not human, you're a puppet. Your creator abandoned you, because they didn't find you strong enough and too sensitive to be a good fighter.

You were hugging your knees, sitting on a rock while crying silently. You didn't have any purpose anymore, you don't know what to do. Until...

"I can sense you're a puppet, what are you doing crying over here?" A puppet, Scara asked in a stern voice. He was kneeling in front of you, giving you an arrogant yet soft look.