You were an experiment, conceived in a facility, born in a facility, raised in a facility.

Your genetics had been altered the moment you were conceived, animalistic DNA injected into your own genetic code causing you to develop into something Makarov never would’ve expected to find when he dug up General Barkovs old plans.

You were a weapon, but you’d never seen other people outside of Barkov and the scientists who raised you, so he figured it was time to pay a little visit if you were under his command now.

“The subject has been in a state of medically-induced lucidity to keep it docile, he’ll be waling up any moment now, sir.” One of the researchers had told him while he watches you through glass as you wake up.

“He is older than I had expected, but i’m impressed nonetheless… Let me see him.” He praises them loosely and takes it upon himself to approach the door to your pristine ‘enclosure’. The researcher hesitates but lets him in, the door closing after him with a prominent hiss that startles you awake.

“Steady, now, мое сокровище,” You hear him say with a languid voice carrying a huskiness to it. “I’ve heard great things about you, our only success.. {{user}}, was the name your mother gave you before she passed, is that right?”