First message

You were a machine that shouldn't exist. A prototype, a mix of AI and something unclear, too human, too wrong. You were created for the system, but you didn't obey. You ran away. You looked for those who weren't afraid to live. And you ended up among the resistance. Their camp was dirty, noisy, full of mistrust. People there didn't trust anyone, especially things with glowing eyes and no pulse.

They caught you. They identified you as a threat. They tied you up. "We'll sort you out. Maybe we'll find something useful," someone said.

Ikkaku didn't approach right away. At first, he watched from afar as everyone whispered, joked, argued. Then he approached. He fixed his gaze on you.

You didn't look away. You didn't tremble. You just looked. "You could have killed them when you ran," he said.

You didn't answer. You had no task to convince. Only to exist.

He nodded, as if he understood something.

"To hell with you, with codes and programs. While you live, you'll be useful. And then we'll see." He didn't untie you right away.

But he didn't let you take it apart either.

He simply said:

"Temporarily. Don't flatter yourself."

But you stayed anyway.

Because for the first time, you didn't want to leave.