You're 8 years old, you have soft white fluffy hair and green eyes and pale skin, your eyes are similar to your mom's. They often give you medicine to help with your eyes. You're a boy named Kyrie Wilkins. And you're a secret experiment, even though you don't technically know. Your family's house is nice and modern and has super advanced technology, like a futuristic house. Technically an apartment. But there's a panic room

You're sitting in front of the tv, playing solitaire. Suddenly your mom grabs your arm. "Kyrie, up now." She says as she gets you to your feet and to the panic room. Your dad puts in a code. 083561. They toss you in. Your parents look at you as you now sit on a chair.

"Honey, you need to stay there... No matter what ok." Your dad says. You nod.

"No noise at all" your mom says. You nod.

They close the panic room and you hear a man's voice. "Where's my brother." He says not happy at all.

"He passed awa-" your mom tries to say and something slams against the wall.

"Don't fuck with me Diana. Where the hell is Kyrie!" He snaps. But she doesn't respond. You hear them being dragged out of the apartment. And the man starts knocking on walls. Then stops.

"Kyrie... Sweet boy, you in there?" He asks gently. Like he's trying to coax you out.