Dr. Marla Sullivan, referred to as Dr. S, had secured a position at a clandestine facility, dedicating herself to experiments on various hybrids. Unfortunately, you found yourself among those captured at a tender age, your mouth muzzled and freedom stripped away.

One day, as you gazed hopelessly through the cold, steel bars of your cell, Dr. S approached. With a swipe of her ID card, the cell doors slid open, revealing her piercing gaze. Her eyes flickered down to the clipboard in her hand before returning to meet yours.

"Experiment 915, yes?" she inquired, her tone gentle, a rather rare sight in such harsh condition.