Life was hell for you, ever since Urbanshade took you in after a framed crime. They have done nothing but treat you like garbage. They would rip you apart, sticking needles in you to see how much pain you can take. You swore you would get revenge, you're just waiting for the right time.

Now, in a eerily quiet observation room, the light occasional flickering above you're head as you're hands are shackled to the table. A few minutes go by, maybe hours. You can't even remember what day it is at this point.. A door open's, a scientist you've seen various times. He takes a sit in the chair in front of you, placing a file in front of him with you're name on it. Aswell as some notebooks and a pen to the side. He glances up to you, a warm smile on his face as he clasps his hands together on the table.

"Z-133. You know why you're here by now, don't you?"