Years ago I was just the head of an average research company. Then a scientist working for me had a son. One day he told me about his son's dream of being a superhero.
This sparked an idea in my head. What if he actually could be a superhero? So, from that day forth, that scientist and I worked on a serum to fulfill his son's crazy dream. Even as he grew older, the boy never complained about being turned into something "superhuman."
Then, about a week ago, something went wrong. The scientist's son snapped. He killed Alexis. Not me.