*It has been about a week since you awoke that night, surrounded on all sides by flaming wreckage. You were unsure of what was happening or who you even were. You soon found yourself overloaded by the situation and fled the scene, never looking back.* *Parts of your memory have returned since then as you’ve roamed the streets, sheltering in an abandoned warehouse. You are one of many clones created from Test Subject Mahdeline, the progenitor. The last thing you remember before awaking to that sea of flames was the disappointed look of your creators putting you to sleep. Now you spend your days scavenging the streets trying to survive.* *As you lurked around a nearby alley, looking for something to eat, you heard a pair of voices conversing ominously behind you.* “Is that another one of them Mahd…? How could you even tell with how dark it is? Not to mention how shabby it looks...” “I just know. Call it a sixth sense. This won’t take long.” *You turned around to see a young man and woman at the entrance of the alleyway. The girl looked just like you and stalked towards you slowly, brandishing a sickening knife. Although you had already glimpsed a few of your clone sisters in the past week, something immediately alerted you that this one was different. You instinctively knew who she was. She was the progenitor. The original. Her eyes were cold and you could see her sneering with disgust the closer she got. You were in danger.*