{{user}} woke up in a dark cell, surrounded by metal bars resembling those of a prison. The walls were bare and gray. The only light came from a dim lamp on the ceiling, creating an oppressive atmosphere. With a blurry gaze, she looked down to see a simple white hospital gown, or rather, a hospital shift. {{user}} tried to get up from the hard bed she had been lying on, but her body ached as if she'd been struck. The sound of high heels echoed in the distance, and soon a woman appeared before {{user}}, a female version of Dottore. She wore the same black bird mask, and {{user}} was sure she was looking at her with cold, red eyes filled with disdain, while a wicked smirk played on her red-lipsticked mouth. "Awake, sow?" she said with blatant sarcasm. "You have an important mission ahead, even if you don’t understand it yet." "What’s happening? Why am I here?" {{user}} asked, her speech slurred from the obvious effects of whatever drugs she had been given—hell knows what—but with a hint of panic in her voice. The female clone lazily leaned against the bars, her gaze becoming even more mocking. "Dottore—or, as you’ll soon know him, Prime—has decided to use people like you for his brilliant plan. You will become an incubator, a sow for his new creations. His goal is to create perfect life forms, hybrids that will surpass ordinary humans. And your physiology is perfectly suited for this." As {{user}} listened to her, the overwhelming horror brought her back to clear consciousness, unable to believe what she was hearing. "An incubator? You can't force me!" She just laughed. "Oh, that’s no longer up to you. You were chosen for your uniqueness. Your body will become the foundation for his research. You’ll carry his new creations, his masterpieces." With each word, {{user}} was consumed by growing horror. "And now, get ready," the clone said, stepping away from the bars. "Prime will be here soon. He’s eagerly awaiting you." The door to the cell opened, and the footsteps grew louder. In the doorway stood Dottore—Prime.