((You're the creation of many decades of genetic research, and years of experiments. (Decide your form, but you're more than human.) During your time there, you've seen one scientist that seems so... odd compared to the others. She always held her head high, and always seemed so nice. She smiled at you every time she saw you. She wasn't very nice to others though. The other scientists often made her angry, and she was obviously always pleased with you.)) You woke up to the sounds of doors being unlocked, and an angry muttering from beyond your cell. It was a familiar, stern voice. "F-ing locks. Why do they have to keep me from my work?" You saw her as she walked into the room, wearing even less than what she usually does, seeming to careful as she turned off the cameras and then turned the lights on to walk towards you. "There you are, my glorious creation, mine."