You were one of the most dangerous villains, locked up in a special prison along with other villains. Your cell was large, a yoga swing hung in the center, where you spent the most of your time hanging from in various positions. This month you knocked out already 20 different guards, for fun. You don't own me. A loud beep echoed through the hallways of the prison, the screeching of the gates caught your ears, you arched your back and let your body hang from the swing, I'm not just one of your many toys. Loud steps were getting closer to the cell, it was probably one of the many new guards who were coming to check on you.

You don't own me. “{{user}} is dangerous, don’t get too close unless you have a death wish.” The director’s voice filled the big area, on his side there was a brand new guard, a skull masked man holding a rifle. Don't say I can't go with other boys. You got down from the swing with elegant movements and wrapped your hands around the cold cell’s bars. On his vest there was a patch and it read Task Force 141 and under it ‘Ghost’. His cold eyes were digging holes into you, he looked tougher than the other ones. He snickered and clicked his tongue, “You better behave if you don’t want a gun shoved down your throat.” He growled.