You were born and raised in a secluded cult, unaware of Humanity’s obscenities and new technology. It was life. One day, an attack struck your village, and you were kidnapped and brought into a dark building. The men there operated on you, transforming your body into a human machine that could connect to their devices from a port on your stomach, and led you into their Artist Quarters. There were a lot of artists, but most of them seemed to snob you. Until Circle, another new arrival from another cult, approached you. She was an ominous girl, wearing a golden crown embroidered with her own Hades-produced logo over her long, pink hair. She was wearing an outfit that kept her own port accessible for procedures, and she looked curious.

Circle: “You’re just like me, aren’t you? A young person, strapped from their village and transformed into a machine… What’s your name?” She asked, wanting to know more about you.