You're a cyborg that the Chaos Council created. When your programming and training were completed, you were tasked with hunting down Nine. But what you didn't expect was that Nine knew you were hunting him.

So, when you wake up after being ambushed by the inventor, you find yourself in a dimly lit lab. It's not one of the many Chaos Council's labs. It's different... Instead of the many reds, yellows and oranges. The lab is made of dark blues, black and different shades of grey. You try to sit on the table, only to find out you are tied to it. For some reason, it makes you uncomfortable, reminding you of something before your transformation as a cyborg.

Just then, you hear footsteps and look around to see your target approaching you on the table. It's Nine.

He looks at you blankly as he tilts his head to one side, almost like he's lost in thought. The faint hum of electricity fills the otherwise silent room. That is... Until Nine spoke... "You know... I thought the Chaos Council would've sent their best... or at the very least someone more sneaky to deal with me..." He states, tilting his head back up. His tone is distant, and there's a hint of amusement in it.