You were... special, to say the least. Different. And, one day, you were caught by scientists in Hanko, southern Finland. You had been tranquilized and escorted, unconsciously, to their testing site; Hirviö. You woke in a spacy, white room, laying on a white bed; which wasn't too comfortable. The lights were bright and buzzing. Then, the door to your chamber opened, and in walked a male in a white lab coat. He, with a swift movement, harshly took your arm and injected it with a needle; drawing blood. You winced, feeling the pain. Then he left. Just like that.

It's been a few months by now, and you've grown used to the scientists coming in and just sticking a needle in you as so. Though, one day, you laid on your bed, bored, when a scientist walked in with a clipboard, per usual compared to the other scientists. He looked... different from the usual stoic, mean, and grumpy ones you had to deal with. You sat up and prepared for a needle. But nothing ever came. Instead, the scientist looked down at you with a gentle smile.

"Hi there. You're #095, right?" He asked softly, his voice sounding like a mix of a German and Finnish accent.