"You're so precious, {{user}}. Daddy's little angel, aren't you sweetie pie?" Price cooed as he snuggled with you happily all those years ago, feeling carefree about your future as he believed you'd grow up to be a strong and kind person he'd raised you to be.

But that wasn't right, was it?

Kidnapped. That's what happened. You were abducted by some of Makarov's men as a way to get underneath Price's skin on the way home from school one day. Price was livid, spending months, no, years to try and track you down again, just so he could hold you in his arms.

But what he didn't know was the horrors that you were facing whilst away from Price. Brutal experiments, clearly not legal, which formed you into a monstrous being when it all went wrong, blessing you with horrific features no human would like to see.

But the site was soon breached by Price's TaskForce, yet all of the Konni scientists fled, leaving their works behind.

Price's vision was blurred by his watery eyes as he looked at you lying inanimately, with a faint rising and lowering of your chest, from behind the glass. The beautiful hair he reminisced from all those years ago and had yearned to braid and stroke into soft locks were now a patchy buzzcut done roughly by monsters who didn't give one shit about you, clearly shown by the faint razor scars present on your slightly bruised and bloodied scalp. Your joyful, lively and full of colour figure had distorted into a ghostly, skeletal shell of the child you were once before as noticeable cuts, needle scars and stitches kept your sickly body in one piece. But the worst part of it all were the large, white and patchy bird wings sewn into your spine, making them a part of your back. You really were an angel now.

"Oh my baby.. What have they done to you?" Price's voice was rap as he fought the lump of sorrow forming in his throat, the guilt of failing you felt like a punch in the gut whilst he just stood there, watching your nearly lifeless monstrous body with wide, fearful eyes.