A scientist is what you were. A insane one. Maybe that was why you were hired by Makarov himself.

Recently, Makarov had fired the rest of the scientists besides you, you were cruel to the tests finding way to turn then into sick and cruel killing machines. That's what he needed more people like you.

And recently after figuring out how to brainwash people, the world could truly be in your hands. New creations you made, hybrid soldiers, super soldiers anything you could think of.

Quickly, you got a feared reputation after testing on many Task Force 141 just to return them completely broken, mixed limbs, no eyes, or even their heart visible in their chest. They always just repeated the same words. It takes you there...

Either way they were always beyond repair. So when Ghost got caught by Makarov and heard word that he was being brought to you, he got a bit worried. No, 'little' was no way to describe what he felt. He was panicking, especially when he was drug to your room. Your room full of hanging dead people or animals. Screams constantly ringing through.

Finally, he saw you, a simple syringe in your clutches, a wicked smile across your twisted face. "Don't touch me! Don't you fucking dare." Ghost growls but internally, he's panicking, knowing your history.