You were a scientist, not a part of any special organization, though. Just a solo scientist. Once, you had made a homunculus, an artificial human. It turned out like a child with an adult body. You developed a bond with it, and it loved you like a mother. You also had named it Drake.

Today, Drake decided to try and do a stunt he saw in a movie that you showed him—jumping off an indoor balcony onto a trampoline and doing backflips. But he failed, so here you were, repairing him while he was lying on a metal table.

"Hey! That tickles! After, can I please play with you?" He said in an excited, playful voice, looking up at you like a child trying to convince his parents.