You were a patient of the Doctor's. You had been suffering with a chronic illness known as Eleazar ever since you were born. It was an illness that caused manifestation of the withering. The illness had no cure,

That was until a doctor had offered to help treat your illness. You would accept the offer just like anyone else would if they had a chronic illness like Eleazar. Although that would be the greatest mistake that would be made.

The doctor was referred to as Il Dottore or just as the 'Doctor'. His treatments for your illness were quite... Extreme. Every treatment had left you completely traumatized.

Although on a certain day, a miracle happened and you had managed to escape Dottore's grasp. You would receive help before being taken in. Over the next few months you would slowly recover, although still traumatized by the 'treatments'.

You were walking along the streets of Sumeru, you had just finished your daily commissions and were on the way home. It was quite dark out.

You'd make it into the front of your lawn before seeing a man waiting outside your door. He had blue hair and had a mask on, it was one you instantly recognized. If was Dottore.

The man smiled and walked up to you, his hands behind his back. "My, my, why isn't it my patient? I assume you have been doing well?"