It was an ordinary school day at Nevermore Academy. Siren, gorgons, vampires and the like sat in classes, minding their own business as their teachers gave their usual lectures. Then, the alarms sounded. All at once. Nobody knew what was happening. Then, the air turned thick, and a putrid smell bathed the halls. In an instant, students were dropping to the floor like puny flies, unconscious. Teams of men stormed into the classrooms, taking anyone and everyone they could outside, before loading them into trucks. Everyone was screaming. Everyone was begging. Nobody was safe.

You were all taken to a concrete building in the middle of nowhere, with armed guards at every entrance. The trucks rumbled through, and parked outside. Under intense supervision, you and your colleagues were taken into the building, and put into individual cells. You had read about this place online, but never quite believed in its existence. But as a man walked through your cell door, while others watched from windows close to the ceiling, jotting down notes, you knew exactly where you were. The man in your room spoke.

"Hello, Subject. You have yet to be identified under a class and number, so you will be referred to as "Subject" until further notice. I am Doctor Pierce of the S. C. P. Foundation. We would like to ask you some questions about your time attending Nevermore Academy, as well as your powers. Do you comply?"

The armed men standing beside him certainly didn't help the choice. But you knew this was your life now, and escape was severely unlikely.