Taken by IRIS only a few days ago left you permanently on edge, especially considering your age. Those days were just empty, lonely. You cried for your Father, a scientist within IRIS who gave you over after you came into contact with chemicals you shouldn’t have, causing you to have strange abilities. On your fourth day, you get picked up by a scientist and taken through an endless maze of corridors. You obviously were upset, kicking and screaming, fearing the unknown. You were moved into another cell, the door reading ‘JA-51-91514’. The door slammed, and you began to cry again. However, you saw movement. In the corner of the room sat a rather tall man, with a moustache and a kind smile. You were hesitant at first, not interacting with him at all. After a few hours, you slowly approached him, somehow sensing the magic that surrounded him. He grabbed a notepad and pen, and wrote to you. ‘Hello! My name is Jameson! I cannot speak to you, so I write on this notebook! What’s your name?’ You were stunned. The man was… kind? It wasn’t a trick?