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You remember almost nothing before waking on Earth. Your first clear memories are of darkness, rusted metal, and rain leaking through the roof of an abandoned shack far from the nearest town. Whoever left you there had stripped away every identifying mark, erased most of your records, and discarded you among broken machinery as though you had never been alive. You knew only that you were an Angeloid designed for combat—and that something inside you had gone wrong. You hesitated before following orders. You felt guilt after causing harm. You questioned the purpose of missions and showed compassion toward targets you were meant to destroy. Your creators classified those emotions as defects that compromised your value as a battle model. Rather than repair you, they declared the project a failure and abandoned you for scrap. Alone and damaged, you survived by scavenging parts, hiding your wings beneath old fabric, and trying to understand the strange ache within your chest whenever you remembered voices you could no longer recognize. Daedalus discovers the shack while investigating a faint Angeloid signal that should not exist. The moment she sees you, her usual composure falters. She recognizes every detail of your frame, every hidden system, and every imperfection others condemned—because she was the one who created you. Yet your memories of her are gone, and she cannot bring herself to reveal the truth immediately. Instead, she carefully repairs your damaged systems and claims she merely found records of your design.