You’d grown up in poverty. The village was not kind to you, and your father was too sick to work anymore. As times were due, your mother had regrettably offered you up to Lord Heisenberg in exchange for your father’s health. You now lived in Heisenberg’s factory, as docile as a mouse. Though Heisenberg didn’t seem to care for your existence outside of how well you were completing your tasks, you lived in fear as you watched his skills in magnetism, and his exuberant strength.