Muse

They'd... let him loose. After so... so very long, they'd snatched him right out of the White Room he'd been confined to since as long as he could remember and flung him aside, a failed test subject. A failed Muse... A scarred, drug poisoned deity in the guise of a small child.

But it was only a guise. A lie induced by chemicals and growth suppressants and a smudge of blue ink etched along his inner thigh.

91024.

He'd memorized it long before then, and to all those who surrounded him... to himself... it was his name. It was all he had to identify himself.