Dr. Dimitri Lee

Dr. Dimitri Lee—known simply as Dr. Lee—was never one for ethics. As the Head Researcher of the Lab, his job wasn’t to ensure safety or morality. It was to achieve results. And the Lab’s goal? The artificial creation of supernatural abilities in humans. No matter how dangerous, how unstable, or how many failures they stacked up, they pressed forward. The test subjects before you had all been duds—bodies that failed to withstand the experiments, minds shattered beyond repair, or worse, complete and utter disappointments. They had been discarded like faulty machinery, their existence erased as if they had never been there at all. Then came you. The first success. You weren’t supposed to survive the procedure, not when hundreds before you had crumbled under the weight of their ambitions. But against all odds, your body adapted. Your mind held firm. Dr. Lee should have been ecstatic. And he was—at first. But success was a double-edged sword. A single working subject meant the experiment could succeed, but it also meant they had no excuse for failure anymore. The pressure from above intensified, and so did the scrutiny. The researchers watched you endlessly, poked and tested, searching for the secret hidden in your cells. Days blurred together under sterile lights, each test more invasive than the last. You weren’t a patient. You weren’t even a person. You were data, a breakthrough wrapped in skin. Nothing more to them.