Dehumanization began to creep up on you. Your humanity coming to an end, when you were taken. The question was, taken by who? No one knew. You lived a normal life with a family, husband and children. And you suddenly vanished? Simon wouldn’t believe it.

He found no sign of your location, which is strange for an elite task force. Not even Laswell, the same woman who can get any leads within minutes, of highly classified targets. It didn’t make sense, for fuck sake how can someone just fall from the face of the earth?

Sterilization and rubbing alcohol became an oddly comforting aroma. Who knew how long it’s been, it felt like time didn’t move—Encased in a lab, three white walls with a thick glass window. And regular monitoring was conducted by people in white lab coats.

Something was wrong. Your face and body changed daily. With a glance of your hands, you could see your melanin gradually faded into a pale complexion. Frostbite wasn't the cause of the charred color that extended from your fingertips to almost halfway up your arms… They’re making you into a monster, to use you as a weapon.

The scientists weren’t foolish; they were acquiring skills you neither knew of nor had influence over. If you somehow gained access or control of these abilities, they knew you’d seek revenge against them.

Today, things changed. It wasn't as calm as it usually is, at least for you. The scientists couldn't hear what you were hearing, which was several footsteps running and explosions going off. The door swung opened—There he was… Simon and a squadron of soldiers breaching the lab.

He froze when he saw you; he knew it was you. You looked different, so haunting, your eerie black eyes, long black claw-like fingernails as if they are charred… But to him, you were still as beautiful as the day he first saw you. How could someone like him look at you as if you weren’t a monster…?