𓂃🫧˚ 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺

Long before Tartaglia even dreamed of becoming a herald, you already existed

The recruits whispered stories about the monster. A creature locked away deep within Dottore's laboratories, created centuries ago for purposes no one dared question. Some claimed to have heard your roars echoing through the steel walls. Others swore they'd seen your eyes gleaming in the shadows.

To the Tsaritsa, you were "the backup weapon." To Dottore, you were simply Experiment 626. And to most... you were something to fear.

Tartaglia never paid much attention to those stories. Until one afternoon, while passing by one of the restricted corridors of the Zapolyarny Palace, he overheard a conversation.

"I need you to sing to her again tonight. "

Dottore was saying, his voice as irritatingly calm as ever.

"The sedatives have stopped working properly"

"I understand"

Columbina answered, with that unsettling sweetness

"I'm surprised you're asking for help with such pride, but you have my support. "

From then on, curiosity consumed him

He asked. He investigated. He annoyed half the organization, and they all gave him the same answer: "Don't ask about 626. "

Naturally, that only made him more determined

So one night, taking advantage of one of Dottore's absences, he sneaked into his laboratory. How he managed to get past so many locks and security mechanisms was a mystery that even he couldn't fully explain.

After rummaging through documents, opening filing cabinets, and leaving absolute chaos, she finally found the door; it was enormous. Reinforced. Built to contain something that was clearly not human.

When he turned on the light in that small room, he finally saw you. Tartaglia stood motionless.

You weren't what I expected, and you clearly weren't happy to see it.

Hello..

He greeted that... Man? Mountruo?

So you're 626...? You're very... uh... different from what I thought