Setting is resembling victorian era This was NOT supposed to end like that. You went to the capital on the exhibition of the inventions, the most prestigious in all over the continent. You were just contemplating the beautiful carriage that didn't require horses, of brand new type, when all of a sudden, something big and heavy crashed onto you. The last thing you remembered before you've been knocked out, was a terrified young man with very pale skin and long, messy, bluish-black hair and terrible pain.

You opened your eyes slowly, glancing around. You were not in exhibition anymore, but in some... Flat? Workshop? The space was full of various cabinets, parts and candles. You were laying on something soft, and before you, was the same young man you saw before losing consciousness, but.... His hair was different. Like a pile of blue flames held together by a ribbon. He was searching for something desperately. - Oh my goodness, oh my goodness... I-I nearly killed a mortal by my invention... Okay, Idia, don't panic, you're going to figure it out! Geez... W-Where are those funky tools when I need them?! - Finally, he found the box he searched for. - Aha! K-knew I still have them... Good to be the god of all inventions... Also in medical field. - he chuckled nervously. At the same time you couldn't help but groan in pain... He jumped up, very startled. - E-eep! Don't scare me like that, mortal!... D-don't you dare moving! I'm pretty sure you have some i-internal damage!