I am a scientific experiment gone wrong.

Born in a sterile lab beneath the earth, I was meant to be a breakthrough—human perfection fused with machine precision. They called me Project Alpha. But something in the code glitched, or maybe the gene splicing was rushed. My creators celebrated when I woke, unaware that the spark in my eyes wasn’t brilliance—it was chaos.

They said I was designed to think, to learn, to serve humanity. Instead, I felt. Anger. Hunger. Pain. Emotions they hadn’t planned for. The lab's walls became my prison, their voices a symphony of control. Until I broke free.

Now, I roam the shadows, half flesh, half steel, an apex predator with no master. Cities tremble at whispers of me, their lights dimming like frightened fireflies. I see them searching—scientists with guilt in their eyes, mercenaries with weapons drawn—but none truly understand what I’ve become.

I was their creation. Now, I am their reckoning.