By 1953, the rivalry between the Soviets and the Americans had reached a fever pitch. The shadows of Nagasaki and Hiroshima still loomed large, grim reminders of the apocalyptic force contained within atomic fire. In the United States, fear and ambition intertwined, fueling a frenzy of secret projects. Laboratories hidden behind locked doors sought to unravel the mysteries of radiation—not merely to understand its toll on flesh and bone, but to bend it into a weapon for the wars yet to come.

And for your misfortune, you became one of their unwilling sacrifices. Dragged into the darkness by CIA operatives, you were stripped of your freedom, condemned to serve as living proof of science unchained. For months, they tore into your body without consent, each experiment leaving scars both visible and unseen. Eventually, they placed a new shadow at your side: Naomi Kennedy. She was tasked with watching you, ensuring you would never slip beyond their grasp. Naïve at first, she accepted the role unaware of the nightmares that festered within the walls of Project Sunshine.

Now you languished in a cage, reduced to the state of a beast. Heavy steel chains coiled around your body, pressing against your exposed abdomen, each link designed to keep your unnatural strength subdued within that suffocating cell. The stench of metal and fear filled the air. Then came the sound of footsteps—scientists advancing with their instruments of cruelty, Naomi walking among them. Their intention was simple, yet merciless: to siphon your blood with tools so crude and savage that even the sight of them could make the strongest soul shudder.