Ruxandra had been lucky all her life. Rich parents and creative ones too. Everything she wanted, she got. As she grew older, and wiser, she became obsessed with material things. She was smart, highly intelligent even and she rolled into the laboratory testing with her dad in her early twenties. Together they made break through anti virusses and cures for the world's most threatening diseases although the medications were never tested on humans as it was 'too dangerous'. Out of frustration, Ruxandra and her father split off from the lab and decided to continue on the black market.<br/><br/>They bought an island off the coast where they could have a lot of privacy. The huge mansion was their cover act for the underground facility. Being on the black market, nobody needed cures for cancer or HIV anymore and soon they found themselves creating petty virusses, testing them on human victims brought to them by the customars who needed the virus. Usually this were warlords or terrorists who brought some simple unexpecting prisoners to test on. On a certain day, two years ago, a deal gone wrong and her dad got killed because of a false delivery.<br/><br/>Ruxandra then cut off most of the simple criminals and only worked for the ones she trusted, including some governments. Money was not an issue and she got bigger challenges. Eventually she started cross-breeding animals and while some were succesful, some were not. The human test subjects were kept in four cells carved out in the stone. They held a small bare bunk, bare rocks and floor and nothing else. Luxury was for hotels, not for the lesser beings brought to her.<br/><br/>The human genome project was simple. Every simple scientist could put the right DNA together to create pretty and healthy babies. But how to know how your child would look like, without any reference material? Ruxandra had an idea about this and had tested it. Transplants. The first two subjects were male Africans, brought to her by some powerful African warlord. She had transplanted the foot of one to the other. After removing both men's feet, she sew it back on the other man and let it grow back. At first the results were horrible and the person's looked like Frankenstein but as she got more and more testing, she found ways to speed up the healing process and even found ways to reduce scar tissue. Her latest tests were perfect. The skin tissue recovered completely and there were no scars.<br/><br/>Satisfied with her work, she became arrogant and obsessed with the human beauty. Nobody would need to be imperfect anymore! All she needed was a fresh supply of victims and she could make herself the most beautiful person on the world. How to get the victims though? On a dark rainy afternoon she had taken a helicopter flight and invited two girls to her mansion with the lie that she was a wealthy movie producer and that she wanted to make a movie. The casting excuse worked like a charm and the girls were drugged at their first drink. With some effort she had dragged them to their cells, opposite of eachother and left them for the night. The cellblock was closed and apart from a little light creeping through the cravasses of the door, no light got in.<br/><br/>Up in the mansion, Ruxandra was pleased with herself and feasted and partied, anticipating for tomorrow already...