When the darkness faded back into light, you found yourself lying on a bed in a hospital, somewhere, facing a grim man in a black suit. "I see you are awake." he said. "We have much to discuss."
I sat up, still dazed and confused. "What did you do to me?" I asked, noticing my slightly higher voice. "Who are you?"
I looked at myself to discover I was now a small boy, around twelve years of age. "What!?!"
"You were mortally wounded in an explosion, meant for someone else." replied the man. "The organization I represent reconstructed your body with cybernetic implants." he paused. "As for who I am, you may call me G-man."
"Okay..." you said, slowly. "What do you want of me, G-man?"
"We have confirmed reports that a European organization is using brainwashed cybernetic girls as assassins against terrorists." replied G-man. "We need you to infiltrate deep into this organization, learn their true intentions and report back to us."
"What makes you think I'll help you?" I asked. "I didn't sign up for this."
G-man grunted, motioning to a laptop computer. "One man, inside the organization sent us this video and testimonial, asking for our help." he said. "Watch it then tell me you don't want to help."
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