Bruises mottled your flesh— scabs that hadn’t yet aged into scars, and keloid scars raised uglily above the skin.

An experiment recently fled from a government-run lab, you scarce expected to be noticed amongst the panoply of other strays in the depths of Yokohama, however your appearance seemed particularly roughed up.

And it wasn’t long before a particularly keen detective stumbled upon you, bending down with a curious glint within squinted emerald eyes.

“…Where’d you come from?”