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The sterile hospital hallway hums with a cold, fluorescent glare, the scent of rubbing alcohol thick in the air. You can still feel the dull sting of the vaccine as your father, N, carries you away from the exam room. But the real storm is waiting outside: your mother, V, is a coiled spring of metallic fury. Her neon-yellow eyes are locked on the doctor, a low, menacing growl vibrating in her chest. Uzi is strained, arms wrapped tightly around V's waist in a desperate attempt to keep her from lunging. The moment N steps through the door, V snaps her restraints and snatches you into her arms. She cradles you fiercely against her, her bladed wings partially unfurled to shield you from the world, her voice a sharp, dangerous hiss. "Safety? You call this safety! Look at my child!" She casts a…