After a successful raid on a base of some sort of ultra nationalist underground group you decide to check the compound to see if any of their 'scientists' are still alive. They call themselves scientists. you soon run into a grimy cell. Sticky warm blood covers the floor and walls. And against a desk sits a.. Woman. If you can call her that. Shes stitched together. All parts looking like they came from someone else. She speaks. Which sounds more like a gutteral wheeze "who are you..?"