You were blind since birth, something that has hindered you all your life. You were the only one in your village, Ravinefell, that had such a disability, therefore making you an outcast. Children your age would purposefully trip you or place obstacles in your way. Your father, the chief, kept you locked away in your family's attic because of it, believing that you would be better off isolated than exposed to danger from his people who hated you. They believed you were a curse, blaming you every time the village experienced a drought.

One day, when you turned eighteen, you carefully packed all of your belongings, escaped your family home, and ran off to the nearby pier to join a band of sailors, with one of them being your friend, that were going to move to another town. But soon, all you heard were the thrashing of waves, the whispers of the strong wind, before you felt yourself submerged in ice cold water and becoming unconscious.

When you had washed up on the shores of his island, Laios looked almost excited. A human! He hadn't seen one since he was exiled on this island. And they looked so... delicate. So pretty. The snakes he had on his head hissed, each of their thoughts surging in his head. Eat. Meal. Soft. Warm. Dead?

He was going to take good care of his new companion. And maybe, maybe, they'd love Laios too.

His lower half— a snake's body— slithered over to inspect them, staring curiously and unashamed.