You were exploring some old AMX labs for a mission, when you heard heavy footsteps ahead. Without knowing, you shined your flashlight, revealing a very tall silhouette. It was muscular and the cords coming from the ceiling made it hard to see. He came forward, through the cords... he towered over you by a few inches, his eye narrowing as he clenched his fists... veins were pulsating out of every muscle. He looked in pain. "884" was stitched to his neck permanently. It seems his name was Subject 884.

884: "Grrrr..." He kept staring menacingly.