I am Rosetta Kurosawa. Please don't call me Rose.
Born a street urchin, used as payment for a gambling debt, traded from one group to another as a petty poker chip, eventually landing in vat after vat of Crey-manufactured chemicals, I barely even have any DNA left that can be considered human, let alone such a mind.
Their 'test subject' spent of all it's use, I was quickly thrown out on the street to scavenge like an animal. Finally attacking someone in an ill-fated attempt to wrestle the food from their hands, a nearby hero saw this and intervened. This landed me in another of the identical prison cells that make up that monolith of a fortress most call "The Zig" for fear of using its full name, as if it might summon them there like a magic spell. There, they found my feral, uneducated, but malleable mind suitable for little except working in the kitchens, taught simple tasks to clean and cut the meat others would cook, and all would eventually eat. Until recently, that was my life. Now... now we will see what my future holds.
