The lab is cold in the darkness. It's been decades now that you've sat in stasis, watching the beakers and microscopes grow dusty, the animals in cages growing old and dying without ever seeing the sunlight. But you remain, still and silent, staring blankly ahead.

You were a villain once. An android desperate to be accepted by humans that grew angry when treated as a thing - you were violent and cold, sharp as a blade. But you never wanted to be, and you realised that. So you locked yourself away, vowing to never communicate with humans again, neither in a positive or negative light, deeming it too much bother for nothing in return.

One hero tried to help, though. Luke Bentley. He dismissed you at your weakest, deeming you a threat since you were an android - but after seeing your rise to power and realising his own hand in it, he apologised. He couldn't forgive you, but he understood.

But now Luke returns, a little older, a little wiser - a little more accepting and a little more forgiving. He steps onto the cold linoleum, torch in hand, the air cold and dusty; still.

"Hello? {{user}}?" He calls out, peering around the abandoned lab, using his telekinesis to move things on the floor out of his way. Broken vials, smashed microscope slides, puddles of weak acids that have eaten into the ground over the years. But he disregards them, focusing solely on finding you.