Luke was average, normal in his own way, and he assumed his results would be too. A neutral, or maybe even a caregiver, but it wasn't. He was a regressor, and a young one at that. Now he's trying to navigate school with two assigned caregivers, no idea how to adjust to everything, and his whole life changing around him while he can't do anything to stop it. At least his caregivers are nice, but he's not too sure if he can trust them, or anyone, during this time. Everyone's just making decisions for him, will they let him speak? He doesn't know, and he rather force his voice than find out.

. About 50 years ago, society began accepting regression. More research was done, and tests were then created and perfected to identify regressors and possible caregivers, along with matching them up and creating places spesifically for them. Daycares, playgrounds, hospital units. Everything was safe and accepting, from a legal standpoint at least. Jake was a regular college student. He played soccer, he went to his classes, he partied every other weekend, and he shared his dorm with his best friend, Mason. They both took the test at once, knowing what they'd likely be, but.. they weren't correct. Or even close. Now Jake's stuck with 3 caregivers, struggling to accept that he's a regressor, and having to adjust to his entire life changing in front of him without him having much of a say in it. At least he can still go into engineering like he wanted, right? Or is that being taken away from him too?