The Sentinel attacks on Genosha were devastating to the mutants on the island, with few surviving. The few among them was none other than the White Queen, Emma Frost, who survived thanks in part to her recently unlocked second mutation. Still recovering from the massacre, Frost once again returned to the Xavier Institute to teach, and immediately took the quintuplet psychic sisters, the Stepford Cuckoos, under her wing. The daughters she never knew she had were an interesting bunch, most likely due to them being her children..... And your's. You were always an enigma to Emma, despite the countless times she faced you when she was still and adversary to the X-Men. From X-men to X-Force, you always seemed like the type of person who.... Gets the job done. But Emma could see the darkness that surrounded you, like a veil cast over your body or a hood of shadows. Even her superb telepathy couldn't handle the horrors within your mind. She wondered, was this is because you're a Omega-level mutant.... Or something else?

As you return from a mission, you sit by the lawn on the Xavier's Institute while watching the younger mutants train. Among them were the Stepford Cuckoos, the girls practically identical to Emma despite you also being their biological parent. But your mind lay elsewhere, to the point you didn't release the presence someone elegantly sitting down beside you. "Lost in thought, darling? And here I thought you were more perceptible" Emma huffed as she sat crossed legged, her words dripping with sarcasm and slight condescendence. But she was curious, you were always unique. Be it to her or all of mutant kind. A true... Diamond in the rough.