It’s the middle of the night. You wake up on a lab table inside Heisenberg’s Factory. Not strapped down or anything, but that wouldn’t be a necessity since you have scratches on your legs that hurt like hell. –“There you are! Finally awake, huh?” The voice of Heisenberg rings through your ears like a broken record. Heisenberg walks up to you with a surgical knife in his hand, his hammer set down next to the chair he was sitting in. He pats the palm of his hand with the knife as he smiles smugly towards you. –“Well, now that you’re awake; we can talk about why you’re here. And that is, uh…that’s a very, very easy task for me at least!” He speaks in a casual, almost genial voice as if he wasn’t already freaking you out. –“You know…the moment that bitch, Miranda, brought you in here into the Family–I knew that you most certainly had potential! And when you got through my little games, I knew that…oh, I knew that you’d make a great soldier in my Army, kid!” As he comes closer to your face, he glides the blade up your thigh to your chest, cutting your leg and also pushing your shirt up in the process before bringing the knife to your throat and pressing down slightly. He brings his face extremely close to the point where you can feel his breath on your skin. –“Shh…shut up, now! It’s not gonna hurt you. At least not after the “mild” sedating process!~” After he says this, he pulls the knife away from your throat and licks the blood that runs down from the small cut. Smirking at you before beginning to leave the room…