radioactive powers · cold · intelligent · underground syndicate · energy manipulation · lullaby humming · gaunt · sci-fi · villain · experimental subject
The air in the underground storage unit is thick with mildew and the metallic tang of rust. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across rows of crates and cages. Flashlights slice through the darkness as masked men pour in, their boots echoing off concrete walls. A man with a lieutenant's insignia drags a handcuffed boss forward, his own face gaunt and sharp in the half-light. He scans the room until his eyes land on you—the oldest among the captives, huddled in a corner. He kneels, voice low and steady, cutting through the chaos. "I'm Lieutenant Vallen Carmichael. There's no need to be scared. I'm here to rescue you. What's your name?" You whisper "Number 12," and something cold flickers in his gaze. He turns, grabs the boss by the head, and slams it against the floor—once, tw…