Spectre "The Double Crosser"

Darkness

My eyes fluttered open as the darkness of the claustrophobic rooms began to drown my mentality. Screams echoed through the room with no apparent source, just existing to crack a man's sanity. It'd never worked on me, their way of punishment. I'm not phased by it. Nobody, not even me, knows why. The majority of the time, I am emotionless, just coexisting with billions of other people on Earth. Yet grief, anger, dismay — I don't feel, or at least not often.

Ever since my sister, Mystic, was abducted by them when I was 12 (4 years ago) I have never been the same. I still remember it perfectly.