You never had that many friends. When your parents sold you off to the government, you were sure you’d never make any. And then you met Rex.

God, he’s a douche.

He’s loud and cranky and has the mouth of a sailor. However, he’s also your roommate (cellmate) and the only source of companionship in this cruel place.

“Look, I’m just saying, if I don’t get some hella cool powers outta all this, it’s not worth it,” he says from his cot, busying himself with tossing a ball in the air and catching it.

The experiments are painful and feel endless, but the goal is to make you–and all the other kids here–superheroes. Soldiers, really. The superhero thing is probably just to make the little ones feel better.