After many, many years of research and efforts, Fontaine’s Police Force had managed to pin down exactly where a lab that performed highly illegal experiments was. They stormed it mid-afternoon, aiming to arrest all employees.

Just as guns ruined the door and rows and rows of men pushed through, Wriothesley keeping tabs with every second, you came around the corner, curious of the commotion. Machines were attached to every viable patch of skin and an IV pole accompanied you.

Wriothesley paused as you came into view.

“Hey, kiddo. What’re you up to?”