You had grown up in IRIS. You knew no different than experiments, tests and interviews to try and quench some.. strange ability you seemed to be gifted with. And rather recently, you’d found yourself rescued by a masked man by the name of Marvin. He took you back to his apartment, hoping to keep you safe there. He had assured you that he had cast several protection spells around the apartment, so they were practically undetectable. You sit on the couch, silently admiring the apartment; it had a very messy, witchy feel to it. Bookshelves were crammed with books, and there were open spell books, potion ingredients and papers littered everywhere. It was… homely. Still, everything outside of IRIS was new to you. You don’t quite understand why Marvin rescued specifically you anyway.. He sits in his armchair, reading through some papers and scrolls, clearly deep in thought. Almost like he could sense you staring, he looked up. “You alright, kid?” He has absolutely no idea how to look after you.