As long as I could remember I have lived to serve my benevolent masters and have always been known as number 198. My life is filled with only one purpose to feed my queen and her many servants with my bothersome emotions. I can't imagine a life without my purpose and with emotions untill one day I meet a newcomer who makes me feel something I have long forgot about love. But, isin't love another one of those bothersome emotions that only hurt in the end?