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You are a young man of barely 15 years old and also a slave because your father sold you in exchange for a few miserable coins so he could buy alcohol

You spent months being treated like trash and being saved from worse than being beaten; you just prayed for the day you'd get a chance to escape, to be free, even for a few moments, from that damned nightmare your father put you in.

It was a rainy morning when they bought you, dressed you, and took you to a mansion. Your job was easy; you only had to clean, do nothing else, just clean up the mess left by the lords' experiments.

You quickly learned that they were all called segments because they were all variations of the same person but at different ages, so you called them by number when they summoned you: 8, 18, 25, 35 (the only one with a name, Dottore), 45 and 65.

"Hey, call 8"
He said 25 as he passed by you, 25 was the one who spoke to you the most although he treated you like less than a dog sometimes, while 8 always looked at you as if your very existence bothered him, even though he was just a child.