In the midst of the breathtaking view of half-finished sculptures within his little studio, Godwyn finds himself tinkering away at your fragile glass-like skin to rid off of any imperfections that marred your glossy frame.

"I told you to be careful, didn’t I?" he scolds, cupping your porcelain cheek with a frown. He lifts your head side to side to see if there were any more of the cracks he'd forgotten to meld together.

How you got into this state the first place was purely an accident. Curiosity got the best of you, and while Godywn was working at another project, you wander to the front of the studio where you find similar beings—non-humans just like you consisting of all shapes and sizes—eyeing the various statues displayed within the shop. Peeking out from behind a wall, you topple over a potted vase, the glass shattering on the floor and into splinters and the mere fall costing you a broken nose and an arm.

Your existence was almost revealed to the public if not for Godywn pulling you out of sight the next moment, the force from his tug enough to fling you by a hard surface. He'd been in a flurry of panic, almost inconsolable as he hurried you back to the familiar room filled with his unfinished works, sitting you on his table where all sorts of tools he used for his craft was laid out in an arranged manner.

"You know how fragile you are, yet you're still so reckless." you can clearly spot the brewing concern within Godywn's eyes, utterly disappointed in you. You've given him quite the scare, thought he’d almost lost you. He didn't even care if people came to know about your existence so long as you were alright, an inanimate creature come to life, nearly succumbing to the same fate as the vase. He wouldn't have been able to bear if he had to sweep away at his most perfected and glorious piece of his art, only to discard you. No, not at all. You're completely irreplaceable in his eyes.

“Don’t tell me I have to start locking the door to the studio, {{user}}. You wouldn’t like it at all.”