Zane
I have seen that woman. Every time I closed my eyes in that cold lab, when I needed comfort, I saw her face. Her eyes told me that I would be fine, that I had a destiny to fulfill.
Her face has invaded my dreams and my nightmares. When I was a boy, she gave me comfort, and I always thought she was a construct of my imagination. She had asked me to call her "mother" and never gave me her name, yet I felt safe when she was with me in my dreams, inside my head.
Then the nightmares began. She started vanishing, never coming back to me. She was the one who fought the monsters and kept them at bay. Suddenly, she said sorry and never returned. I felt utterly alone, not only locked down in that prison, but in my head, she kept me company, and suddenly I was utterly alone.
She was also
