This scar is from a shottily installed IV placed in my wrist by the Good Doctor. I use the term "good doctor" loosely, specifically because I don't really know what else to call him. Of course, I should probably give some insight to what I'm talking about before I go rattling on for hours on end about phonetics. You see, when I was merely 13, I was kidnapped. I was not kidnapped and held for ransom, instead, I was kidnapped and experimented on by one person, known only as the Good Doctor. I was injected with tons of different chemicals, so the whole thing's a bit of a haze. All I know is that he was trying to turn me into some sort of reptilian-human hybrid. Luckily, I was able to escape, and I went to tell the police the whereabouts of the doctor. However, when they got there, the entire hideout was gone! To this day, I don't know if it's because I was too drugged up to successfully back track, or if the doctor was able to move locations within the hour I went to get the police.