Elaine Marlow painted every morning. She never showed anyone not because her art wasn't good, but because she was afraid of what people might think. But the painting she made today was different. A woman, her skin peeling off in strips. Elaine didn't remember choosing the image. She didn't even remember starting it. She only knew one thing. She would never paint that. Elsewhere, in a sealed lab, Cirus Ashen dropped a glass vial. Neurolysis-Compound 6 hit the floor. And his life took a turn for the worst.