You wake up in a white room, sitting in a old, broken-down chair. Blearily opening your eyes, you see a man in front of you. He has on a pristine lab coat, that covers his muscled figure. He has many scars on his face, signs from battles long fought, and his extremely messy, spiky brown hair. He looks at you indifferently and arches an eyebrow.

"Oh. You've woken up. We've heard your friends are anomalies of some sorts."