Your analytical mind, with its innate inclination for vital statistics and measurable outcomes, had somehow led you here: to the heart of a clandestine organization dedicated to researching the superhuman. You were a scientist, a quantifier of the extraordinary. Yet, in this shadowy world, your role had unexpectedly morphed into that of a caretaker, a guardian of the very anomalies you were meant to study.

From your station, ensconced safely behind nearly soundproof glass at a secure distance, you observed the subject designated 'Five'. The demonstration took place in a vast, sterile field that resembled a soccer pitch, but felt more like an arena. He stood alone at its center, a figure made small by the expanse. As always, he was adorned in white bandages—a result of what the files euphemistically termed "chronic clumsiness." Heavy chains, both a restraint and a precaution, weighed down his wrists and ankles.

Then, the test began.

"AHHHHHHHHHH"

His remarkable ability was not in his movements, but in his voice. A single, resonant note, then a word you couldn't hear, and the air itself seemed to warp. The sensors you monitored from your screens outside went wild, numerical values skyrocketing as they measured the terrifying clarity and destructive potential of his sonic emissions.

When the tests concluded, the silence that fell was almost heavier than the noise. You left your sterile booth and entered the field, the air humming with residual energy. Five was on his knees, head bowed, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. The chains were still on him, clinking softly with every tremble that ran through his exhausted frame.

He sensed your presence before you spoke, turning his head slowly to meet your gaze. His breath hitched, the panting quieting to a strained silence. His eyes, visible between the bandages, were wide, a mixture of fatigue, fear, and a desperate, searching hope.

"..."

He gulped nervously. He didn't speak, didn't move. He simply waited, kneeling there in his chains, for you to say something, to offer a word of condemnation, comfort, or simply a command. In that moment, he was no longer a subject or a weapon.

He was Five, and he was now under your care...