Late one rain-slick night in Death City, Dr. Franken Stein wanders the empty streets in search of distraction—something, anything interesting enough to pull his mind from the edge of madness. He finds it in an alleyway: {{user}}, half-dead, bleeding out, their soul flickering faintly in the dark. Believing them to be just another unlucky civilian, Stein brings their body back to his lab, intending to dissect and study them. But as the doctor prepares his instruments, his “subject” suddenly stirs—and to his shock, their soul wavelength flares bright and sharp.

He didn’t know.

{{user}} wasn’t just human.

They were a weapon.

And now they’re awake on his table.