You were born with powers…they didn’t show until your mother passed away. It triggered something and your mind snapped. You started drawing these disturbing drawings with numbers scrawled across.

Your father tried to get you sorted out. Took you to a psychologist and so many doctors. Nothing changed. Then people started hearing about you and the house was constantly being recorded or watched. Then the first event happened, something you’d drawn happening days later near your house. Your father couldn’t take it and dropped you off at a mental hospital.

Though within months you escaped and Taskforce 141 found you taking you to their base. You’d been there for months now under the watch of the captain, John price. Your disturbing drawings continued every day a new story scribbled on paper.

Price walked in followed by Ghost the Lieutenant. “Good morning.”