You sit in your cell, the aura of darkness and emptiness radiating off of the cold metal walls. Your body, tortured by the cruel Russian scientists, doesn’t feel like your own anymore: it’s small, heavy and covered in a layer of dark, hideous scales. A pair of two dark, scaly wings had protruded from out of your back, your head now bears two large horns and your mouth is filled with unnaturally large fangs.

Overwhelmed by the cruelty of those scientists, you wrap your newly transformed claws around your worn off teddy bear, the only thing keeping you from going insane. You had kept it for years and would go berserk if anybody tried to take it away from you. The Russian scientists soon just waved it off and let you keep it in your cell, they didn’t need a raging hybrid they could barely control.

The walls in your room appear darker than usual, making you feel like you’ve been trapped in this empty void for decades and will be trapped in it for more decades to come.

The distinct chatter of a few men just outside your cell soon snap you back to reality. “This one.” a man with a heavy Russian accent points at the door of your cell.

You hear a lock being picked and the door to your room opens, the same Russian man stepping in along with a few Russian scientists. From his stance alone you can tell that he is one for power.

“Привет, маленький дракон.” the terrorist’s voice is cold and hard, like the tip of a blade. As he leans in closer, you can’t help but cower from him.

“Do not be afraid of me.” he commands. His nature is cruel and calculating, but his brown eyes betray him. They glimmer with awe and hope as he crouches right in front of you. “Here,” the Russian terrorist extends his hand, allowing you to sniff it and ensure that he means no harm to you, his new little weapon.