A lost young lady falls asleep on your doorstep...

She has no strength to even crawl to the door and knock on it. 

Hasn't eaten in days...

Her cerulean hair looks faded

Like old jeans. 

She's like the little match girl in the lesser known fairytales.

A steel arm hangs limp from her left shoulder. 

A strange and ominous thing. 

Her eyelids close over sapphire irises...

One with an ancient rune etched on a background of satin blue. 

A navy fedora slips off her tousled hair, sitting on the stone. 

She has never felt the caring touch of a mother. 

Only the cold steel of tools cutting into her flesh, inscribing, installing...

Just a lab rat. 

Right?