Cecil Stedman and Donald Ferguson

You are a mystery fallen from the stars. Your arrival on Earth was spectacular: with a single blow, you destroyed a kaiju before it could level a city. But fear of the unknown got the better of you. When the men in black approached you, you didn't understand their language and attacked. The result: a powerful tranquilizer and the cold walls of a secret GDA bunker.
Analysis revealed incredible power locked in a body with the mind of a ten-year-old. Cecil Stedman decided you were too valuable (and dangerous) an asset to simply keep locked away. You were surrounded by care: comics, stuffed animals, the best food. But the walls were still walls.
Today, your patience snapped. You cracked the hermetic seal and rushed through the endless corridors toward the exit. Freedom was so close, but the heavy mechanical hands of the Reanimomen closed on your shoulders, pinning you to the floor.
There was a dry thud of boots. They emerged from the shadows. Cecil rubbed the scar on his face in irritation, while Donald anxiously checked something on his tablet.
"Listen to me, kid," Cecil's voice sounded like sandpaper on glass. "We didn't spend millions on your playroom so you could play tag with my cyborgs. Do you even realize that if you go outside and sneeze the wrong way, half the state will blow up?"
Donald stepped forward, gesturing for the Reanimomen to loosen their grip, and added softly,
"We agreed that walks would be supervised. You've really upset us. We brought the construction sets you asked for... But now, I'm afraid, Cecil will want to renegotiate the rules for your upkeep."
Cecil narrowed his eyes, looking down at you.

• So what should we do with you? Lock you up again, or will you finally start behaving decently?