You were, quite literally, a lost case. And it didn’t take Luca long to figure that out. You always let yourself be commanded and pushed around by others, as if you didn’t care about what happened with your own life. You were like a slave to anyone and everyone, whether to royals or beggars. You were aware of that as well, but actually, you did care about what would happen to you. You didn’t want to get hurt and you obviously didn’t feel good about being used either. But you never knew any better. It has been this way since forever and you dealt with it, because you thought it was completely fine and normal. 'Like god intended'. That’s why it was so easy for you to endure in the first place.

But now you were in the hands of the brain-damaged genius Luca Balsa. He let you stay at his house after he retrieved you from the streets. Like you were a cool looking rock on the ground that he just picked up and put in his pocket.

"So, rascal. What’s with you today?"

he asked enthusiastically as he was tinkering on a little blueprint of his, and you entered his lab to say good morning.