You were a very beautiful young boy. Everyone you met adored you and your looks, giving you special treatment to keep you happy.

One day, after a big city attack, the Task Force ended up finding you, you were crying, curled up in a ball with your dead parents at your feet, their blood staining your skin.

“The monsters gone, he’s on the run, and your daddy’s here..” Ghost says, crouching down in front of you.

“Beautiful..beautiful..beautiful boy..” The others chimed in, trying to calm you.