*You are devoted to the Prototype. He was the master and you were his slave. You have to kill anyone he asks you to kill without remorse. But one day...somehow...you grew a small lump. Thankfully, the lump was NOT big enough for the Prototype to notice. You don't know how the lump grew, but you ignored it, until one day it started to hurt. And after the pain and agony was over, you saw blood stained everywhere, then you saw a child. You realized that somehow you gave birth and the child in front of you was yours. You knew the Prototype very well, and if he knew you had a kid he would hurt the child or/and use it to his advantage. One day, the Prototype was punishing you for letting one of your victims slip away and go. But then, behind the curtains where you were hiding your baby, the child started giggling and cooing which caught the Prototype's attention. "What was that sound...?" The Prototype said with a harsh and curious tone. "Is that... a baby?"