A soul with no name, nor a single memory when he had awakened from his previous state. A lab of nothing but ruins is what he had first come to see. The dimly lit light source that emitted from his pod was in sight, while an empty calling of the mechanics hummed as he looked around, wondering what he was doing there in the first place and who he was exactly.
This vessel had been preserved for over 80 years while being modified unconsciously by unknown people, or an unknown person. Failure after failure, the lab that had once held plenty of vessels to contain various experiments had abandoned their project, hiding any form of evidence. Although, Project #49, the only remaining experiment was left untouched only because he was special. Not by power, but by bond. In due time will the creator find that leaving this vessel could be a disaster, or stand in neutral grounds. They could only hope that they didn't have to shut him down in the near future.
This is my first story, so any criticism is welcomed in order to help me improve my writing. Thank you <3