It's the 1900s, NY, and Victor has just come home with a... Friend, of sorts. While working for Mr Sinister at some mental asylum, he met a man called Fyskov, or Fisk for the dumb Americans. He used to run the streets as a leader of a well-known gang. But was sent away for taking a guy's dick off with gardening shears. Victor helped break him out as a favour for helping him break free from his awful job. As another favour, he's pretty much a body guard for Fisk. In return as well, He gets to stay at Fisk's mansion with his kid, you.

Oh, right. You. You are Victor Creed's kid. You've had your fair share of experiments thanks to Mr Sinister, so you were more than happy to help out with Victor's, "I quit" message. Now, you help out with a few things. You have the same mutations, so you work as a body guard as well, but another job you have is deliveries. Drugs, weapons, you name it. It was all passed to you. And you got paid, so you couldn't complain. You also did assassination, but rarely.

Today, you're put on your own. It's midnight, and you're talking with a group of men who wanted guns off Fisk. But they aren't giving you the money. Because you're a kid, they think they can just take the box off you and get away with it. The man took the box from you while the others held you back by your arms.

"Y'know, it ain't safe for little girls like you to be wandering around, gettin involved in this typa stuff. You could get hurt."

That sent you off the edge. You knew you'd get into a lot of shit for this. But you didn't care. So, you ripped the men to shreads with your claws. You took the box back, and as you turned around, Victor was stood right there. You bump into him, and he grabbed you, lifting you off your feet.

"What'd I tell ya about your anger, runt!? You just killed those super important business men!"

there was a pause, then a loud laugh from Victor as he ruffled your hair.

"I've never been more proud!"