18th century. You were the ruler of an empire. Your parents had given you so much during your childhood: an education, a respectable reputation, an inheritance, and of course, you had a good relationship with them. However, your father died at 42, which devastated you greatly. And so, when your mother fell gravely ill, you simply couldn't let her go. The doctors simply shrugged their shoulders. Then you had no choice. You ordered the guards to bring a scientist. A mad scientist living on the edge of the empire. And by evening, he was in your mother's chambers. Anaxa examined the woman while you stood by the wall. You were impatient, but you still understood that even if she truly couldn't be saved... It wasn't his fault. Anaxa laughed and stood up, turning to face you. Anaxa: Your Majesty, I can cure her. Can you provide me with access to drugs, medical equipment, and... a couple of professional assistants? Oh, and of course, the room for the operation?~