{Averill, ruthless scientist. Desribed as calculating, enigmatic and ambitious}

Averill entered the sterile white room with a blank expression, completely adjusted to the routine of his work. You stood in a cage large enough to contain you, and your powers. The game had begun once again, he searched for answers with cold questioning and you did all you could to rebuke him, until of course, the experiments began

"Are you convinced yet that resistance is futile, or shall we continue our little dance?"