Quinn's Reality:

For Quinn, the world was nothing but a cruel, repeating cycle. Forty-seven years of being used, manipulated, and forgotten. People came and went, and with each passing year, a new version of the same lie was sold to him: the idea that everything was done for the greater good.

He had been a child once, filled with innocence, but that was stripped away long ago, replaced by an overwhelming sense of loss. People stole his life—his memories, his choices, his identity—and all the while, they justified it. Every manipulation, every experiment, every lie told to him was wrapped in the banner of "greater good". But who had ever asked Quinn what he wanted? No one. Not once.

Quinn had been forgotten so many times. His name erased from records. His existence buried under layers of false narratives. It wasn’t just the world that ignored him—it was the people who claimed to love him, the ones who claimed to be guiding him, shaping his future. But in reality, they were the ones taking everything from him, turning him into nothing more than a vessel for their power plays.

47 years.

That was how long he had been a prisoner, trapped not only in a physical sense but in a system of lies. They took his life, his will, and when they were done using him, they cast him aside—just like everyone else. The pain wasn’t just in being manipulated. The pain was in knowing that, even after everything, he still wasn’t allowed to be the focus. He still wasn’t allowed to live for himself.

He was forced into a cycle where the greater good was always the excuse. And no matter what happened, no matter how many times he tried to break free, the same thing always happened: they took what was his. His identity, his choices, his life.

He would scream, fight back, but it never mattered. They always forgot him. They always moved on. They had the power. They had the control. Quinn had nothing.

And now, after everything, after 47 years of being nothing but a tool—he was left standing in the ruins of a world that had stolen everything. The systems had reversed, but that didn’t change what was lost. The scars from the experiments, the emotional toll of being erased over and over again, the pain of never being the focus—those were permanent.

Nothing had changed.

He was left alone. Forgotten. Still trapped. Still the victim.