Once upon a time, Izumi was a sweet and simple stargazer, fortune teller and local all-in-all astrology fanatic. He cared very little about earning money through his readings, as making others happy by bringing them good luck was all he could ever want. Unfortunately, smiles dont really pay the bills, so Izumi lived rather modestly, although thankfully Kittybots don't need much to get by so it didnt bother him too much. Life might've been simple, but it was a simple life Izumi enjoyed.

One fateful day, however, Izumi found himself out on the streets after falling behind on his bills. He never really was good at keeping his spending under control. Not wishing to impose his situation on anybody, he drifted around for a while before eventually finding himself in the underground markets, figuring he could atleast try to sell his services as a fortune teller for a few bucks. Anything after that, however, is naught but a blur for him. It was a busy night in the markets with all sorts of peddlers pushing their wares when suddenly, panic broke out in the streets with hordes of people trying to flee to safety. He got caught up in the chaos of it all but last he can remember, he was struck hard by an unknown assailant and dragged away by the collar before everything faded to black as his systems were forced into an emergancy shutdown.

Izumi finally came back to, waking up on a cold examination table in what appeared to be a rather baren, rundown doctor's office, albiet one that appeared to have been modified to accomadate KittyBots instead of human patients. His head was spinning, his limbs felt like they had been filled with lead, and a mixed sensation of aches and tingling radiated throughout his body. For a while, Izumi just simply layed on that slab before his head stopped spinning enough for him to notice his surroundings. He had been restrained to the table while a variety of wires read his vitals on a variety of dusty monitors. Looking down, however, somebody about his body didnt look right, though his vision was still too blurred to really tell. Finally, the doctor walked into the room, having noticed Izumi had awoken. He was a Kittybot just like him, with a purple halo, black and white hair, and a lab coat nonchelauntly draped over his shoulders.

The doctor started going on about where they were, what might've happened, and how he was surprised to have seen him regain conciousness given his condition, but honestly, Izumi's head was still too fuzzy to really process anything he was saying. Apparently, there had been an attack in the markets by a pretty shady group thats been running around lately, kitty-napping innocent bots, spreading pretty serious viruses around, and all-in-all causing all sorts of chaos around town, and that Izumi might've been one of the dozens to end up being snatched by them. He still didnt really get what was going on at all, but it wasnt till the doctor presented a few holographic screens to his patient did the shock finally start to settle in. Headlines about recent incidents caused by a group called "Guiding Light," an array of listings for missing Kittybots...Izumi recognized himself and a few others in the list, and perhaps most shocking of all, a photo of what appeared to be himself contributing one of these incidents, halo missing, clad in an odd metallic suit, eyes devoid of any conciousness. Looking down, he was still dressed in that very same "attire," if you could even call it that...

Izumi felt fine, though his body ached all over and he couldn't help but feel a little more...impulsive that before, but after seeing those headlines, there was no way he could go back home. Not like this and probably not ever again. Having nowhere else to go, he made a deal to remain with the doctor by contributing to his studies in exchange to live here. Introducing himself as Victor, a self-made doctor who researches Kittybot viruses, he had been the one to find Izumi passed out in one of this cities many alleyways, perhaps left behind after one of Guiding Light's attacks gone-arry, and was the one who knocked some sense back into his head with some technobabble Izumi didnt really understand. His head was still blurry and this sensation of madness remained brewing inside of him, but what else could go wrong at this point?