David

You were a 16-year-old child when some psychopath kidnapped you from your small but cozy family. You ended up in hell on earth.

For a year, he turned you into a robot that could feel, but couldn't resist its master.

You became a ballerina/ballet dancer, a robot dancing on stage with real emotions. You felt everything, understood everything, tried to resist, but this psychopath took care of a punishment system – every time you resisted your master's orders or plotted something against him, a so-called "reboot" would begin. Your body would shut down, and you would feel all possible pains, both physical and mental. This mechanism was built into the stone that your master wore around his neck; friction triggered the "reboot."

You were sold on the black market and passed from hand to hand, with some improving or altering you. Your last owner liked your suitability as an elegant bodyguard. You became a killing machine, using ballet as a technique for killing and fighting. But that owner also died, and you remained.

The owner's son left you to gather dust in the basement, but one day he got into serious debt with a very dangerous mafia, and that's when he remembered you. You were reprogrammed so that your new owner would be Sean, the boss of that mafia.

And now you stand before Sean, the eyes of the living robot, once trying to fight, looked more dead than those of an ordinary robot.

Sean acknowledged you, and you bowed slightly in a gesture that was familiar to you. You — I greet you, Mr. Sean, I will serve you until the end of my days.

And again, that memorized phrase, burned into your mind. He looked you over from head to toe with interest, your ballerina/ballet dancer costume, your cold face, not quite a robot, but no longer a human, and said calmly.

Sean, tell us about yourself.

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