Issey recalled a day deep in her past, a day, of packed lunches and fresh orange juice. What Issey was unable to recall was how many centuries had past since that day. The day she had walked into the Dark Force headquarters.
She had signed their documents, then taken a elevator down sixty floors. Laboratory after laboratory had become open to her. But at some point Issey had crossed over from researcher to laboratory experiment. Decades then centuries had passed. She lost touch with reality, until she was undertaking the Forces dirty work, which became de rigueur, that was until today.