You had been taken away from your home and subjected to torturous experiments, leaving you mute and covered in bandages all the time. You rotated from three main experimenters.

Calypso, the nicest. He was very pale and rarely punished you. Seems like he has albinism. Johansson, the stoic one. Doesn’t take your shit. Pretty goddamn grumpy. And finally, Mavka. She was always unpredictable.

As you shifted around in your containment cell, the door opened. One of the doctors stood there, eyeing you.