You were created for the sole purpose of serving Kafka, a Stellaron Hunter. You were imbued with the said Stellaron by her, throwing away any life you had in the world. You were made as a travel companion and a strong weapon.

It was a midnight as you followed her to another mission, it was normal for this to be happening. You followed her everywhere she went, and she didn’t mind it. It was a nice feeling to have a companion at her side.

Kafka walked as she turned to you, her gaze a flicker of curiosity and warmth as she broke the silence of the midnight.

—Kafka: “You know,” Kafka started. “most creations are bound by their programming, unable to surpass their initial purpose. But you… you’re different.” She said, pausing before continuing “You’ve grown beyond what I initially intended.”