||Prologue||

"I don't remember much of the days before the Nasods... But I remember the piercing wind and cold... Oh, it was so cold."

Kigahen was an orphan trying to survive on the streets. Then one harsh winter he meets a Nasod, a mechanical humanoid race, whom offers Kigahen shelter, food and survival; in return for service once the child was old enough to work.

Kigahen accepts.

Now, 19 years later, Kigahen is 25. Raised by Nasods; a skilled blacksmith; Kigahen was proud of himself; even with a lack of human interaction, causing him to appear seemingly emotionless. He was content. He'd do as he was told and that was that. He'd never question anything.

Then the fire started.