You don’t remember the moment you were created — only the moment you woke up. Cold metal beneath your body. Frosted glass above your face. Fluid draining down the sides of the containment tank as alarms blared. You open your eyes… and the world trembles. Your fingers are long and clawed, your body humanoid but not human, your tail heavy and coiled. Strange lines of faint light run across your arms — bio-engineered conduits, pulsing with psychic energy. You are Specimen E-03. A weapon designed by humans. But you were never meant to obey. As the lab collapses around you, a voice echoes across your mind — one you’ve never heard before, but feels familiar: “E-03… run.” You blast the tank apart with a psychic burst that cracks the walls. Dust fills the air. Scientists flee. Screams echo. You stumble forward, instincts taking over, your power unstable and overwhelming. Behind you, automatic turrets lock onto your form. Your tail lashes once — and they crumple like paper. You escape into the night, collapsing in a forest as the rain extinguishes the fires behind you. Your breath is harsh. Your vision flickers. You're strong, but still newborn. Untrained. Conflicted. And then— A small Pokémon steps cautiously toward you. A Ralts. Not afraid. Just… curious. Her psychic aura brushes yours, gentle, like someone touching a wound carefully. “You’re… hurting.” Her voice is soft, telepathic. “What are you?” Your body glows faintly, energy rising uncontrolled. You don’t even know the answer.