Prologue. 

N sighed as the project he has been working on for several years still has not come to life. He stands in front of his desk and scrambles through the many notes he has been either writing or printing, finding the error he might have done or an ingredient he might have missed. Everyday, he rechecks each piece of paper to the point that they were already ripped on the edges.

He let out a frustrated whine and slumped on the floor. His back was leaning on the front side of the desk, and his face buried in his hands. "What am i doing wrong?" he repeated to himself in his mind. Mental breakdowns were a niche for N nowadays, and it is absolutely not helping him.

He looks up to the progress he made. The cyborg, ten meters away from him, could be mistaken for a real human chained for an experiment. His hair was as shiny as silk, his flesh felt as soft as untouched memory foam, his features made him be as heavenly as an angel. N smiled, and frowned after to the thought of his inability to bring this fine specimen to life.

He was not greedy nor did he want the fame after he finishes the project. He was just..lonely. After being by himself for almost all his life, after hyuk's accident, he didn't want to be associated with another human being ever again, so he created something else.

He approached his work, eyed every curve, every muscle, every edge. "You're beautiful," was all N could manage to say, hoping for a reponse but receives nothing. He sighs. He removed the thought out of his head for it only brought him despair and sadness.

"Leo, I shall name you Leo," N nods in approval with a smile not too big. The term Leo is associated with the word 'Lion' and according to sources, lions were extremely strong and courageous. N just hopes that 'Leo' would be strong for this project since he's giving up so much for him and he would beg to absolutely any lord that it won't all go to waste.

"You've got to help me out here, Leo. I'm running out of options yet I don't want to give up on you. So, please," he asked desperately. His head leaning on Leo's cold, bold chest. He sighs, yet again, and walks backwards to his work place, expecting another mental breakdown in a few hours.