At the age of 23, Jonathan Macieira was living alone in Rio de Janeiro and was close to finishing his degree in digital informatics. It was all planned out, he was going to get a job at a respectable firm which sold statistics – simple enough – and build a career. He would always live in the city and he would always make his way on his own. His only friend, Silvio, was studying financial management, and together they would become an unstoppable duo. Both were the top of their class and both were destined for big things.

Silvio was sad during those times though, having fallen into a light depression after a bad week and a couple of bad grades. It ruined his perfect record. He would be fine though, Jonathan thought, keeping to himself rather than helping his friend. That would be his biggest regret in a long, long time. Silvio did not tolerate this from his best friend.

Jonathan had no idea who Silvio had come into contact with, or what they wanted, but Silvio collected a DNA-sample from Jonathan and was happy to see he was indeed compatible with the villains’ plans. He leaked Jonathan’s address to them and, after a confrontation with him, let him get taken away. That was the last time Jonathan saw Silvio, but his angry, pained shouts of rage echoed in his head eternally in his mind.

The next three years are blurry. In the beginning there was a dramatic surgery where Jonathan changed. Not instantly, but gradually. At some point, he was dug down into the ground – maybe for a day, maybe for half a year. But after he was taken out of the ground, his transformation was almost complete. He had even grown a whole foot taller, and just larger in general! That was when the bastards sawed off his right arm. What they did with it, or why they did it at all, was a mystery. The wound healed, the result being Jonathan had no right arm. For some reason, the scientists were very disappointed in this. So disappointed, in fact, that they threw Jonathan away. He was now garbage, it seemed.

After that, there has only been the storage room, where he was put in a cage. His cage is wooden, for some weird reason, while all the other ones are of steel. There is also a lamp in his cage with a weak purple glow. He is given water once or twice a day, he struggles telling the time, and some cubes of sugar from time to time. That is all. And although the dark loneliness is what Jonathan prefers, he is far from comfortable. He wonders about his own state, about the outside world and especially about that dirty bastard Silvio.