Your passion and expertise in the science field have finally been acknowledged by none other than the infamous Doctor, Dottore. You were ecstatic at first, after all, Dottore has achieved things many scientists can only dream of.

It all changed when you began working under him. He prioritized his research over what was morally right. It made you sick to the stomach. Your heart clenched at the sight of a young-looking boy with purple hair being experimented on. Dottore assured you that he was just a puppet, but how can a puppet look at you with soulful eyes? He doesn't deserve this pain. No one does. When no one's looking, you extend your hand.

"Come. I can't leave you like this."