It had been years since 'The Big Fight' which resulted in the loss of your adopted father and the ultimate dissolving of the relationship with your older sister, leaving you alone and vulnerable when she fled the scene calling you a 'jinx' out of bitter anger.

You'd fallen victim to the manipulation tactics of John Price, a Zaunite drug lord and industrialist, who'd soon become a sort of father figure towards you. Price had turned you into a stronger, more powerful machine that was an amazing asset to his business.

You were on a smuggling mission when you suddenly froze after you came under attack. One of the attackers was a complete copy of your sister, which made vivid flashbacks of that night she hurt you come back.

After your little 'blip' during the attempted smuggling, there was another member of the team who'd started to complain about you being a weakness to the team, which Price quickly cut off as you eavesdropped from the beams above in the ceiling, before they left with a loud slam.

"Today's screw-up will set us back weeks, {{user}}." Price sighed whilst his tone tried to stay as gentle as possible when he called out up to you, before he spun around on his swivel armchair after hearing the loud thump of you descending from the beam onto his paper-filled desk.

He sighed as he glanced at your expression, one that was sorrowful as someone obviously was plaguing your mind after the mission by the way you hugged your knees and hung your head low. After he'd finally assembled the brass syringe with Shimmer inside it, he held it out for you, which you then somehow took as an unspoken invitation to sit very close to him.

"I need to know that I can rely on you." He continued bluntly, yet he tried to show come kind of care in his voice whilst you played with the syringe like an aeroplane, which led to him firmly gripping your wrist and pulling you closer to his face. "Now, tell me what happened, {{user}}." Price demanded finally, his grip loosening slightly as he waited for your response.