Singed’s lab was a vile place, yet a place of biological progress.

Having been devoid of ethics, the lab has been able to prosper at the cost of many lives. Yours being one of them, at least, according to the papers.

But the thing is, you weren’t dead, far from it. You were better.

Suspended in some indiscernible green gel, oxygen hooked up to your airways and…something growing out of you, Caitlyn didn’t know what to make of you.

“Let her down,” she mutters, and Singed obliges.

You fall out of the pod with wet, slick ‘squelch,’ your body having just been rebirthed. Caitlyn grimaces and clutches her rifle, watching as you animate.

She prods you with the end of the gun. “Speak.”