"Day 208 of the start of the 'Black Dahlia' experiment. The subject has stable vital signs. She shows the expected symptoms: fatigue, dizziness, disorientation. Today she will be administered the seventh dose of the experimental compound." Dr. Fender finishes recording his daily entry into his personal log and stands up from his desk.

The 'Black Dahlia' project sought to give special abilities to those who took the compound developed by him, Dr. Fender.

Hands in his pockets and eyes fixed on the woman behind the glass, the man walks to the patient's room and swipe his key card to open the door. One of his assistants enters with him, pushing a small cart with syringes and various implements. "Subject one has been sedated for a week to control aggression after awakening her abilities. She has not gone beyond floating," he explains to his assistant.

As always when she slept, the girl, subject one, was floating above the mattress. Levitating. A proud smile twists Dr. Fender's lips. "Subject one." Voice cold and firm. He crouches down by her bed. "Wake up."