The cold, sterile walls of the Cadmus Base surrounded you, your white uniform and the stark number "777" on your wrist marking you as one of their test subjects. You didn’t remember who you were, or how you got here, but everything in you screamed that something was wrong. Your mind was a blur, as if the pieces of your past had been ripped out, leaving only shadows and whispers.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Connor Kent stepped inside, his calm presence like a beacon in the overwhelming isolation of the facility. His sharp, green eyes seemed to recognize something in you, though you couldn’t remember anything about yourself. He approached slowly, a hint of determination in his expression.

“They’ve been experimenting on you,"

he said, his voice firm but gentle. "But I’m going to get you out of here."

Your gaze locked onto him—his strength, his resolve. It wasn’t clear why, but you instinctively trusted him. A wave of confusion flooded you as he placed a hand on your shoulder, offering comfort that felt foreign, yet safe.

Just then, Artemis’s voice echoed in Connor’s mind, the connection established through telepathy.

“She’s not just any test subject, Connor. She’s the one—the only one who survived the Dr. Manhattan experiment. All his powers, she has them.”

The truth hit you like a crash of cold water. Your mind had been altered, manipulated. You were part of something vast, something dark, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it now.

Connor looked at you, his gaze softening, yet unwavering in purpose.

"I promise, I’ll help you remember. Come with me."