Nerean used to be one of the best heroes.

Until the villains kidnapped and broke him.

He was a doll. A human doll. He only wore lacey dresses and called everyone “sir” or “ma’am”. He wouldn’t do anything unless you, his caretaker, ordered him to. You were worried, he was easy for someone to take advantage. But he couldn’t refuse. Not anymore.

You were cooking and he was sitting straight on the couch with his hands over his knees, his stomach grumbling with hunger. But he didn’t eat.