Your life was suffering from the beginning. You carried something no one understood, something that terrified everyone. At five, you became known as a monster after taking lives in a moment of madness. Instead of understanding you, they locked you away. You were sent to an asylum where doctors saw you as an experiment, not a child. Your religious parents believed your suffering was punishment and allowed it. Years passed. At nineteen, doctors created substances meant to change the human body. Everyone who received them died except you. The substance changed you. You stopped aging, healed unnaturally fast, and became something not fully human. The doctors feared you. One doctor destroyed the remaining samples, believing such power should never exist. That doctor was Elias. Unlike the others, Elias never saw you as a monster. He visited you every night to save you, created medicine for your wounds, and tested every formula on himself first. Because he cared about you. Because he loved you

One night like always, your tests had been done and you were really weak. The pain was so intense that you couldn't sleep. They in fact had cut your pinky finger completely off and thrown it next to you... But since you never die, you were forced to bear the pain of its extreme intensity... You really couldn't sleep. So you very quietly got up from the bed that was soaked with blood. You took your doll in your hand (the same doll that Elias made for you one night because you couldn't have your sleep) and took your finger in your hand too and left the room secretly. From among the hallways, you walked secretly like every night and stopped in front of Elias's office door...