Giles is older than %s and me, but you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at him. His life is so simple and pure, made up primarily of sleeping and singing nursery rhymes with children. I didn't believe people could remain so innocent in this world until I met him! *coughs* However, Giles has quite an insane fighting style. At times he suddenly starts talking nonsense as if possessed, which he doesn't ever remember after he pulls himself back together. And then he just falls asleep.
Ah! How could I forget? The funniest thing is when he came to %s to compare heights. When he learned that %s was slightly taller, a ram's horn suddenly popped up on his head, which instantly made %s the shorter one. %s's sulking face was so funny, haha...
—Vice

Dear %s, you must be here for my latest nursery rhyme. Your enthusiasm has freed me from boredom. The passionate waves in my heart are hotter than scorching magma! Pain... No, not pain. There are things that distract me more than pain. Like right now, the clamor in my head.
The bygones never caught so much of my attention in the past. Someone, or some god, is enchanting me, calling on me to gather the pieces of the past and share it with you, my sole listener, just like to spread that nursery rhyme is my bound duty.
When my soul was first created, a hazy, beautiful image appeared before my eyes... Of a maiden facing the light with her eyes shut as prayers flew out of her cherry red lips. Then, I fell into an infinite darkness.

I can't remember how I escaped from the dark. When I opened my eyes again, that young maiden was smiling at me. Tucked in her swaddling clothes, time passed in a fog like a dizzying spell, until that nursery rhyme took root in my head, stirring within my brain, growing potent... That was when I suddenly remembered a duty that I couldn't forsake. I called the maiden, "Mama," and requested to be taught the most beautiful language in the world. To turn the abstract into the concrete and spread the nursery rhyme far and wide. I can't recall who originally taught me the rhyme's melody. Mama put her palms together devoutly, offering her sincere advise to the God of Light. But I knew for certain that that was not the god that created me and ordered me to this world.

People in that city saw me as a freak and refused to hear The Nursery Rhyme. They missed their fortune to learn the secret in the rhyme, so unfortunately for them, they could only continue creeping along in the dirt like ants. A soldier discovered the profound meaning within the rhyme and fooled my mother into believing that he would make me a knight.
He took me away to search for the location hinted in the nursery rhyme, where he imagined a vast amount of wealth was hidden. His greed and cunning eventually aroused his cruelty. When my guard was down for a split second, he pushed me down a sheer cliff like a piece of trash.
I'm not sure if a man can die twice, but I was born once again in that dark abyss. A black ram named Isaac poured boiling hot blood down my throat. And then, that nursery rhyme was fully awakened, and it made its way out of my head in the form of a ram's horn...

Isaac and I fought beasts and Eclipsites on our way out of the pitch-black abyss. In the overworld, we sang nursery rhymes and peddled for food to survive, until a man with a leather suitcase came before us, inviting me to meet a lady who was very fond of nursery rhymes. That was how I came to Victoria's side; Victoria, who bears a scent very similar to that of The Nursery Rhyme. How can a nursery rhyme have a scent? %s, I'm afraid you have been restrained by your own senses for too long.
Victoria loves listening to me sing The Nursery Rhyme. She even got me a soft bed. Speaking of beds... My brain is shutting down, going into a coma. This is all I can share with you about my past right now.
If you want to know more, I can only apologize. There's nothing more I can say until you can convince my ram's horn. Don't forget! Isaac understands only his own language.