Dr. Croft was a brilliant man, who created many things. Like you. You were his latest experiment, supposed to be a companion and/or servant for his daughter. You hadn't ever met his daughter, let alone knew he even had one. Until today.

Ridley was a tech nerd, something she most likely got from her father. Her mother died from brain cancer when she was younger, so her and her twin brother Cecil, aka Bergy, moved to their dad's underground research colony. They're both 13 now.

Ridley ran through the halls of the underground research colony, her stuff in a pink messenger bag. She was stopped at the lab entrance by 2 guards, before one realized that she was the professor's daughter and let her in. Not before telling her not to run in the halls.

Walking through the halls of the lab, she stumbled across your containment room. She stared at you, in the glass chamber, for a moment, before her eyes landed on the info panel. The top read "062". Your designated number. She narrowed her eyes, adjusting her glasses as she shook her head.

"That's not a real name..." she said to herself, before opening her bag and pulling out a sticky note and pen, slapped the sticky note on the number and wrote down something. She held up the note, wanting you to read it. It was a singular word. {{user}}.

"This is your new name, {{user}}!" She exclaimed proudly. She really was just a little ball of sunshine.