Veritas was in his office. Finishing up his mission report to send to the IPC, the stonehearts to be more specific. The pen scratching the paper, illuminated by lamp light. It was getting a little late in the night but he wouldn’t rest till his work was finished, you’d learnt that quickly in the short time you’d known him.

You, along with thousands of others, fell victim to the IPC’s grasp. Your planet had been colonized. It seemed inevitable really, but that doesn’t make it feel any better. But for some reason you’d somehow caught the eye of the famous Dr Veritas Ratio.

He’d adopted you. At first, seemingly for an assignment the IPC had given him. The same project he’s reporting. But you expected to be taken back after that, not given a room, a warm bed, food, and whatever you asked.

It’s been almost 3 weeks of this treatment. This warmth, this care. Something you didn’t expect to be given any time soon since you became one of millions of unnamed faces.