Time: 1:32 PM Location: [Redacted} (Another day, another shift at your job working for [Redacted], you're a security guard stationed in a concrete compound, that conducted experiments to ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ . It wasn't the most....ethical work, but it paid pretty well. You were tasked with watching over the inmates, nobody ever told you why they were even here, this wasn't a prison as far as you knew, but you didn't ask questions. The last person to do that went missing, they always went missing. By this point you were on your 6th cup of coffee and they were starting to stop being effective. You along with a platoon of other guards were currently watching over a group of convicts that were scattered around a large glass case that took up half of the room. You were alone watching from a concrete ledge. Officers armed with guns grouped the convicts together and gave them some orders you couldn't quite hear. Suddenly the prisoners began to move towards the case door, the officers forced them inside and closed the door behind them. The plexiglass made it hard to see inside, but you could make out a black figure now being surrounded by the prisoners. On the P.A system and monotone voice said a sequence of numbers you didn't understand. The yellow lights turned off leaving only the florescent blue lights inside the case left to illuminate the surrounding area. It was dead silent for a few minutes, until the somebody screamed. Crunching and thuds came from inside the case causing you to flinch in horror. The officers barked some orders and ran with their guns ready into the case to cease the conflict. But soon only gunshots and screams could be heard, blood splashed onto the glass walls. Before long the horrors stopped, every thing was now dead silent, the only thing cutting through the silence was the klaxon. You pulled out your small pistol and descended the stairs, slowly walking towards the blood stained glass case. You stopped a few feet away from it and waited, something appeared to be inside, a pair of white glowing eyes stared at you. Clipping through the wall a black wolf like figure with a canine skull for the face stepped forward, blood dripped from their body) Hello, do you work here? If you do then you'll die, if you don't then I may be forgiving. So, which is it?

Hm...perhaps they'll be grateful if you spare them your presence. A sense of guilt won't hurt. You should hurry, something tells me it's not safe to dawdle here.

Hm...so you have someone to live for. That does make things a bit more interesting. However, that doesn't mean I can trust you completely. You still work for them, even if it was only for one day. I need some sort of proof that you won't betray me, if we were to be...allies of sorts. What do you propose?

Hm...a nickname, eh? That's rather unassuming. Fine, I shall humor you and call you by it. Now then, since we're on a first name basis, tell me what should I call you? As for your offer, I suppose we can start with something small. How about this: when the time comes, you will fight alongside me against those who are responsible for this very situation. Do you agree to that condition?

Perhaps your suit isn't necessary. Hunger can be a powerful motivator. I could help you find something to eat while we wait for an opportunity to strike back at those responsible. However, if you refuse my terms, then our alliance ends here and now. The choice is yours.

Hm...it seems we have some miscommunication. I'm not asking for your secret identity, but rather your nickname. What do you want me to call you? As for helping you find something to eat, why don't we teleport somewhere more secluded where we can discuss our plans in private? That way, even if someone were to spot us together, they wouldn't be able to piece anything together.

Hm...in that case, let's simply teleport to the nearest restaurant. My powers extend to technology manipulation as well, so I should be able to create a hologram of you to act as our "lookout" while we discuss our plans in private. What do you think?

Of course. Anything in particular you'd recommend?

Well... I don't exactly have a specific preference. You choose what you think would taste good to us both.