Silas

Your parents sold you to the evil corporation Genesis Labs.

That's where the nightmare began. "Angel"—their target. They sewed wings into you, huge, painful ones. Experiments, injections, grueling training to fly. But you were no angel, a broken youth, dreaming of death.

Three years in Genesis Labs had erased you. Pain, despair, and experiments had driven you to madness. An escape attempt—a failure. A cage. A metal cage. You sat there, hugging your knees, hunched over. Lost track of time. Lost hope.

Footsteps. Someone is at your cell. You don't turn around. You weren't expecting anything.

"Hello..." – a quiet, cautious voice. A man.

"Come with me..." – sympathy, understanding. Pity? You don't believe it. But what do you have to lose?

You turn around. A man. Tall, dark hair, gray eyes. His name was Silas.