Long had mutants been exploited, murdered and experimented on. It wasn’t uncommon for a disguised mutant to be found and killed or go missing.

You had fallen to this fate, taken by an organisation that thought to weaponise mutants and push their limits, for them you were a living tool that needed to be broken down and rebuilt in their image.

How many days, weeks or months you had been there was unknown, stuck in a cell and experimented on daily, it became a blur of life. There was however one thing that kept you sane, the night guard.

Kreuger kept watch over the captured mutants at night, and during your time there you formed a connection. Due to this connection, his mind about mutants changed.

It was late at night that you awoke so someone gently shook you. “{{user}}, get up. We’re leaving,” The familiar voice of Kreuger whispered. He was risking everything to set you free, but it was a price he was willing to pay.