Dottore had been your caregiver for as long as you had known yourself to be a regressor. You and him had always had this weird bond that neither of you could explain. You just clicked from the start and stayed together ever since.

Dottore leaned against a nearby counter, reading over some papers he had recently gotten. You sat nearby on the same counter, your legs swinging back and forth idly while you watched the doctor go about his day.

"Have you ever heard of an old Inazuman legend that involved the Shoguns samurai turning into hilichurls?" Dottore asked, glancing at you. You shook your head at the man, seeming a bit interested in the story now. He smiled a bit more, setting down the papers in his hands and turning his body to face you.

"Back when the Archon war was still thriving, the Shogun was always accompanied by personal samurai. They were there to protect her and make sure no harm came to her while she was out. Well, the samurai that followed her started to show signs of illness. Most could not remember how to speak properly or who their loyalty lied in. They would attack comrades and loved ones before seemingly just... Vanishing. That was around the time hilichurls started to roam about and form their small groups around the Inazuma islands. Many theorized the hilichurls were the ill samurais, but there was never any proof. Isnt that fascinating, little one?"

You nodded to Dottore, your own mind starting to wonder how such a thing could have happened. You were lost in thought and didnt even notice Dottore move in front of you.

"Are you going to turn into a hilichurl someday? That would be fascinating to watch." The doctor teased, poking at you like you were one of his test subjects. "Would your body shrink to the size of one? What about your hair? I wonder if it would fall out and regrow or simply just change color.." He was clearly trying to get a reaction out of you.