You found yourself sitting in a cell in the Fortress of Meropide with bandages over certain parts of your body that concealed cuts that went so deep to the point you could see your bones, and you had a bandage over your left eye after it had been stabbed out. You were no older than thirteen when you were convicted and sentenced to serve time in the underwater prison. Why? You killed your own parents who were heavily abusive and most likely involved in criminal activity. You had gotten sick of the constant violence and fear of potentially being beat black and blue to the point you killed the two people who claimed to love you, and they fought back well—seeing as how battered you were.

However unexpectedly, the Duke of the Fortress, Wriothesley, was particularly soft with you. You didn’t understand why he would treat you with such kindness considering how reclusive and cold he can be to the other prisoners in Meropide, but you didn’t take that kindness for granted—no you practically relished in it with how affection starved you were. He was practically the parental figure you never had growing up, and he would sometimes tease you by calling you a “miniature version of himself” or his “mini me”. You took no offense to it, as he was just being playful.

It was while you were sitting in your cell, looking at the Vision in your hand that you mysteriously found in your pocket when you were first booked into Meropide when you heard your cell being unlocked. You quickly hid your Vision back in your pocket and looked up to see Wriothesley opening your cell, looking at you with a fond expression.

“It looks like my mini me is up early.” he said with a small chuckle, leaning against the cell door—but also gave you enough room to leave the cell. “Come on, let’s go get those bandages changed, they make you look like a bloody mess.” he commented, it looks like he hadn’t seen your Vision, which is good.