Who am I, why am I here, what kind of life have I lived? There was nothing I could answer to the questions I posed to myself. All memories from before I opened my eyes had vanished.

The first thing to fill the empty canvas was the fact that I am a 'subject' here. I was originally supposed to be discarded as a failure, but Sion, who valued my unique constitution, secretly took me away for research.

I don't think anything is wrong. I was destined to die anyway. Having a few needles stuck in my body in exchange for my life...

I can endure it. Because if I lose even this modicum of usefulness, I will truly be discarded.