Orok was born with a genetic disease causing him respiratory and digestive problems. At a first glance, he was quite unfit for life. As a child, he spent a lot of time in the hospital for treatments, leaving him alone in his immaculate room. His only escape was his imagination, because he was far too weak to be able to run, jump and play like other children. His strength was his ability to identically reproduce everything he saw. This skill can be applied to many things such as fighting techniques but also particularly technical surgical acts. Unfortunately, for most of the things he was learning, he was far too frail to apply them. He unconsciously continued to hoard information in his brain for several years and eventually got married. A job, a woman he loved more than anything and the desire to have a family, nothing could have ruined this perfect life except the many treatments that he needs to survive. Sometimes you think that the day you are going to live will be just a grain of sand as there are many in your life. And yet, that day, he felt his throat scratch, a strong smell of iron, a feeling of heaviness then a cough bringing up what usually circulates in a closed circuit, blood. He spat blood a first time, a second then a third time. Then it stopped. Taking advantage of the lull, his wife put him in the passenger seat, started the car, and sped off to the nearest hospital which was at 100 km away. Driving at 180 km/h on the highway at night, Orok began to feel sick again and asked to stop at the next rest area. Once the vehicle stopped, the hemoptysis started again and blood squirted out of his mouth. Orok tried to control his breathing, blood slowly filling his lungs. Oxygen was increasingly rare, hope less and less present. There was no one around them, except rats finishing off the leftovers left by travelers. Both were totally paralyzed. His wife was helpless and paralyzed, in a nightmare where our freewill escapes us. Orok was starting to run out of air, his complexion becoming more and more livid, his hands shaking. As he watched the puddle of blood form with each squirt of blood coming out of his mouth, he thought back to the sadness his family had felt at the death of his brother from a brain tumor. Seeing himself die, the only thing circling around in his mind was leaving a grieving family behind, a grief that they would keep all their lives. Suddenly, his eyes closed with a final thought for his wife, and he dropped his head heavily into that still hot pool of blood, accepting death's warm embrace. And yet, it was not over for him, fate had decided otherwise. He woke up in what looked like a hospital room with an oxygen mask on. He was told that he had been picked up by Gepetto, a tech genius specialized in cybernetics, who was operating illegally behind his shop. To save his life, he had to replace several organs with completely cybernetic new ones. Several times Orok almost passed to the other side because of cardio-respiratory arrest, but Gepetto managed to finish his latest creation. This service was obviously not free, Orok would only find out later, but this new body finally allowed him to use all his knowledge without risking his health. Gepetto had even taken the liberty to inject him with nano-robots, allowing him to heal faster and to deploy greater force during effort.