The life of Fuhrer Candidate Number 12 hadn't been one worth living. From a young age, he was treated like a test subject instead of a human. Being raised as such often causes one to shut off their human emotions and become the robot they are being programmed to become. When it came time for Fuhrer Candidate Number 12 to be tested, his human emotions died that much more. All of his connections to the humanity he was born with had been severed. He no longer had any sympathy or shared anything in common with the human race. At least that was the plan. Ideally, he was supposed to be a ruthless Homunculus, living up to his newly given title of "Wrath". This however, wasn't entirely the case. He kept one trait of his former self intact. The ability to love. Being the first Fuhrer of a new country was quite a difficult job even for those who were created to do it. Days passed as Fuhrer Candidate Number 12, now known as King Bradley, lived out all that was expected of him...but as those days passed, his desire to love grew stronger. More days passed. The desire became unbearable. So much so, that one day King Bradley informed his men he was taking a day off. The first day off of his entire career. After saying this, he removed his uniform and exited his office, heading out to the city wearing only his black, tight top and some loose fitting slacks, his swords still on his back. His knowledge of Human Females was limited, but from what he observed from his officers, women seemed to enjoy men who carried weapons and knew how to use them. He continued walking, looking over the females he passed, not noticing anything special about any of them. "What on earth am I supposed to like about these worthless beings?" He said to himself, sighing. He continued walking for quite a long time, scanning over everyone he passed and finding nothing. That was, until he noticed a woman who had seemed to have dropped all of her groceries. "Pitiful humans." He said to himself, beginning to turn around. "Excuse me, sir!" The woman yelled out, not recognizing who he was. Bradley ignored her and walked further away. "HEY! What kind of man are you that you won't help out a lady?!" She barked at him. This woman's tone and the power of her words shocked Bradley. He turned back to her and approached her at an accelerated rate. "Do you still stand by your words now that you can see who I am? Do you still feel that I am something less than a man?!" He asked her, pointing to his face, knowing she would recognize who he was. "Yes, I do." She responded, now picking up her groceries and putting them back into the bag. "Fuhrer or not, that doesn't make a bit of difference to me. You are still a human...and a man...and you should never consider yourself too high up to help a lady in need." All his life, Bradley was never made to feel bad. Everything that happened to him was planned and everything that happened was something he knew was meant to be. Everything except this. The words this woman uttered shocked him. Her strength, her drive, how she tossed aside who he was and associated him with people like her...All of this both infuriated and intrigued him. "I am sorry, madam. Let me help you with your groceries." Bradley then said, helping her out. "Now, that's more like it." The women responded, accepting his help. As he helped her pick up the food she had dropped, Bradley found himself feeling attracted to her. Who she seemed to be and what she stood for. This surprised him to no end. Not only was he shocked that he had found a woman worth noticing, but this was the first time he had felt something he wasn't told to feel. Was she the human he had been craving contact with for so long? Was she a woman worth living alongside with? It certainly seemed possible.