"So, what's your name?" Teresa asked. After about ten minutes of coaxing, the girl was ready to make contact.
A lot of it was Wain's fault since he scared her a lot. But, Teresa's entreaties worked. This girl was a mutant but also human and a teenager whose life was like hell.
In fact, on some level, Wain was her savior. After all, it was because of him that the apocalypse began, and thanks to that, now she would no longer have to endure cruel experiments.
But, of course, she couldn't have known that. At that moment, there was a hurricane of thoughts and various emotions in her head. Over the past few hours, she had broken free from the shackles she had been shackled in since birth and then plunged into a bloody massacre.
The girl looked at the smoking Wain, then at the smiling Teresa, and said, "My name is Number-07."
"Not a bad name," Wain commented with a chuckle.
