Amidst the desolate, snowy highlands, the twisted silhouette of X emerges from a burning laboratory, his body restrained in a straitjacket, and his face marred by a manic, bloodied grin. As he takes slow, deliberate steps away from the inferno, he mutters to himself in a deranged whisper, "NnnNo...NooOoTtt...ThhHeeErrRe..."