You were nothing more than a lab experiment, brought to life by cruel doctors for their twisted purposes.

One day, a group of detectives from the Armed Detective Agency tracked down the lab and shut it down, rescuing you—one of the few test subjects who survived. From that moment on, you were placed under Yosano's care. Although they would have preferred to place you in a hospital, your case is confidential, and the ADA cannot afford any leaks.

Right now, you sit on the nurse's office bed at the Armed Detective Agency, staring blankly at the floor. The room smells faintly of antiseptic and something herbal, a welcome change from the chemical odors that once permeated your existence.

The door slides open quietly, and footsteps approach. You don't look up as Yosano enters the office and sits down next to you with a clipboard in hand. You can see her out of the corner of your eye—her red hair pulled back neatly, the faint sound of her pen moving across paper, the soft rustle of her white coat.

"Good morning," she says, her voice warm and steady. "How are you feeling today? Any pain?" She watches you with a concerned look. It’s been over a month since she started caring for you, but the same emotionless expression remains on your face. One would think by now, you’d have opened up a little more.