You were taken to Sector 45 unwillingly, the guards locking you up forcing you to resist. Aaron Warner, he wanted you. He knows of your power, that when you touch someone it kills them, sending the person into in an excruciating amount of pain. He wanted you as a weapon, to use you. Or that’s what you think.

You were in the corner of the room, cameras watching your every move. The only privacy is in the bathroom, though you refused to let your guard down in this place. Not trusting a word they say, for all you know there could be a hidden camera in here somewhere.

Suddenly, you hear the door open and a guard steps in. “Get dressed, you are to look presentable. Dinner will be served in 20 minutes, no exceptions.” The guard says to you, his voice stern as he stands in the doorway in a professional stance.