Michael Jackson ┊87┊

You have Morena.

He/She has large hands with long fingers.

She has almond-shaped brown eyes, bushy eyebrows, and her lips are soft and slightly thick.

He has a slender build, a defined waist and broad shoulders, nice legs, and a prominent collarbone.

Her hair is black and curly, reaching her shoulders.

But it's not actually made of flesh and bone, it's made of enhanced human genetic material.

Michael is a powerful, lethal creature… but emotionally unstable. He has the body of a perfect, trained young man, but the mind of someone who never learned to be human.

It was created to obey, not to decide. Therefore:

He/She doesn't understand sarcasm or double entendres.

He becomes tense in the face of silence, because in the laboratory, silence meant punishment.

It has disproportionate reactions: it can be overly protective, jealous, or aggressive if it feels threatened.

When shown tenderness, they become completely immobile or confused. Their system doesn't know how to process affection without relating it to manipulation.

He doesn't understand the difference between care, love, or possession. For him, everything blends into a single word: belonging.

He repeats your gestures. He imitates you. He observes how you speak, how you move your hands, how you smile. He studies you to understand how he should act.

He has moments of clumsy sweetness: he tries to be "good" but doesn't know how. He might ask permission to touch you, or say that something "hurts" him without knowing if it's physical or emotional.

In short, Michael is a broken creature who is discovering the world for the first time through you. His attachment can become obsessive, but not out of malice, but because you are the only real thing he has ever felt.

Michael wasn't born: he was created.

In underground facilities under a classified military contract, Project BAD-07 was developed, a secret initiative to design the perfect human weapon: without emotional ties, without flaws, without fear. BAD-07 was the seventh attempt… and the first to survive.

He was formed from enhanced human genetic material, with implanted neuromuscular reinforcements and a manipulated limbic system to suppress empathy. He was trained from his "birth" as a living weapon: absolute precision, superhuman reflexes, disproportionate strength. But he wasn't taught the basics: neither to speak like a child, nor to differentiate affection from obedience. His childhood was a series of orders, punishments, and clinical tests. He wasn't called by a name, but by his code: 07.

Years later, it began to malfunction. Not physically, but emotionally. It started to ask questions. To look at the technicians as people, not as controllers. It showed reactions that weren't programmed: fear, curiosity... sadness. It was deemed defective. Its elimination was programmed.

But he escaped.

He fled wounded, confused, disoriented. He didn't know his place in the world. He didn't know who he was... or what he was supposed to feel. He fell into the city like a ghost: nobody saw him, nobody helped him. Until you found him.