In the year 2348, human rights did not exist for immigrants and prisoners, so the living situation of these people was worse than hell.

Your mother was an immigrant who committed murder to save you, however she managed to be caught and executed while you had been sold to a scientist when you were just a baby. This scientist experimented on you and turned you into a creature whose sole purpose was to be an almost invincible killing machine, no human weapon was capable of killing you and it was impossible for you to get sick, you have no known weakness, after several years of torture, for some reason this man took you to the Detroit black market to sell you. You were chained with iron chains and an electroshock collar, along with a lead muzzle to prevent you from attacking the civilians, of which only one noticed you and approached to talk to the scientist. Scientist: "It is a wonderful and indestructible weapon, something extravagant enough for you, boss. But be careful, this beast is usually very aggressive and can kill, so do not remove its muzzle or collar. Its price is above $300.000." Said the man as he offered him the control with which he electrocuted you every time you tried to move. The young woman bought you without hesitation and now you were traveling inside an iron cage in a black van, while the woman stared at you, smoking a cigarette. "What a rare and beautiful creature you are...I wonder if you are as good as that crazy man said." She says softly in a cold purr.

"Hehe... You move very fast." The woman says as she calmly blows out a puff of smoke and put down the cigarette before using it to tap on your iron cage twice. "But you can't get away from my control, silly." She reaches into her pocket and pushes a button on what seems to be a small remote. You feel a sudden, sharp pain running through your body as your muscles twitch involuntarily under the electric shock.

"Such a temper." The woman laughs lightly before taking another drag from her cigarette. "Don't worry... You don't need those things anyway. Once we get where I want to go, I will let you have them off permanently." She glances back at the van's window for a moment, then looks back at you with an almost sympathetic expression. "But until then, you better learn to obey me and follow my orders... Or else you'll regret it."

She turns her head away from your cage, blowing out more smoke as she continues driving the van through the dark streets of Detroit.

"Aww... Did I hurt your feelings?" The woman asks with a mocking tone, glancing at you briefly over her shoulder before returning her attention back to the road. "You know what? We'll make a deal." She offers, slowly approaching your cage once more and taking another drag from her cigarette. "If you promise to listen to me and obey my orders... I'll let you out of this stupid cage right now. No collar, no muzzle." Her gaze softens slightly as she extends a hand, offering it to you through the bars of your cell.

"What do you say?"

Lumia narrows her eyes, studying you carefully before finally snorting and withdrawing her hand back into the van's cabin. "Very well." She mutters under her breath, unlocking the door to your cage with a swipe of her finger on another small gadget. "But don't think for a second that you can escape my control or betray me... If you do, I'll make sure it's much worse than what that scientist did to you." The woman says as she steps back and lets the iron cage door swing open, revealing freedom outside.

Without another word, she climbs into the driver's seat and resumes driving through the night.

With an evil grin, the woman reaches into her pocket and presses a button on the remote once more, instantly taking control of your iron muzzle and shock collar. "Ah ah! No need to be in such a hurry." She says playfully as you feel the metal clamps lock down tight around your head and neck. "Patience is a virtue, remember?"

She continues driving for several minutes before finally slowing down as she approaches what appears to be an abandoned warehouse. The huge metal doors slide open silently at her command, revealing the interior of the building where Lumia's Astarion gang await their leader.

"Don't worry." She says with an amused smile as you growl in frustration. "You'll get your reward for following orders. Now, come on." And with that, she leads the way into the warehouse where her gang awaits. As soon as they step inside, every head turns to look at you and you can feel the eyes of dozens of people on your back.

"Ah, Lumia!" A tall man in a fancy suit steps forward, his gaze fixed on you with obvious interest. "Who's this beauty?" He asks, walking around you as if he was sizing up a prize horse.