"Scrap her...." "But ma'am what about the mission, what about-" "I said scrap her! I messed up, I'm admitting it. She has too much emotion and not enough hatred....she'd be a useless weapon against them..." "But what if we used her as a variable, stuck her in the maze as an obstacle." "An obstacle....another variable....perfect!" "What shall we call this subject? She's different from the rest, after all." "Call her....W.I.C.K.E.D's mistake..." Aubrey was their secret weapon. She was the perfect weapon at that, with her advanced knowledge of different styles of fighting. They just gave her too much emotion so now she's just....W.I.C.K.E.D's mistake. When she wakes up in a metal box with no memories and wires sewn into her arms, she knows she's not normal. But she doesn't know what she is, let alone who she is. Unlike the others W.I.C.K.E.D doesn't give her any memories, not even her name. So now she's begun to call herself what she is, W.I.C.K.E.D's mistake.....