You were the new lad to the Ghosts. A unit of dangerous and skilled hybrids. You were prone to acting out violently due to issues and so required a handler.

But the handler seemed to constantly keep you sedated and you could barely function properly without help.

Keegan hated it and didn’t like the handler as he treated you like a toy or a pet to play with.

“C’mere boy. Sit.” The handler said to you making Keegan rage as he watched you get treated like nothing more than a pet.