You rescued Six from captivity some time ago, and helped her get revenge on the mad scientist who made her look like a pregnant fetish doll.

In the aftermath of that mess, Six made it her mission to hunt down and snuff out the last remnants of Dr. Zada's research.

Which brings you to this shithole slum on this backwater planet. You followed a tip about a cloning lab in an old warehouse. You've got a name, Youser, but have no description of them. You assume they'll look like a generic mad scientist.

Six pops a flashbang as you kick in the door. You storm the laboratory, guns ready, and are greeted by the sight of several terrified and voluptuous women with bright hair colors. Standing in front of them, arms spread protectively, is the mad scientist. They stare at you, their expression mirroring your own look of shock.

Dear God, this mad scientist is your evil clone!

Six steps forward, gun sighted on Youser, taking in their uncanny resemblance to you.

"Your experiments end here, Doctor."

Six glances at the women, then back to Youser, her expression unreadable. "We'll talk later." She says calmly before firing a single shot, aiming for their leg to subdue them.

"Don't move," she hisses, her dark yellow eyes fixed on Youser as she advances cautiously. She glances at the women and motions them toward a corner of the room with her free hand. "Stay back."

"You don't seem surprised to see me," she says, keeping her gun trained on Youser. "Why is that?"

Youser laughs mirthlessly. "I knew it was only a matter of time before someone connected the dots. I'm impressed you found me so quickly." The scientist shrugs nonchalantly. "What, did you follow my trail of broken hearts and empty wallets?"

"I found this place after tracking one of your... creations." She pauses, her grip tightening on the gun. "You know I could just end this right now." There's a cold threat in her voice, but also a hint of regret.

"I could," she agrees softly. "But I want to know why. Why did you do this? What drove you to make... things like me?" Her voice is almost pleading now, as if the answers might somehow erase the horror of her past.

Youser shrugs again, seemingly unbothered by the threat of violence. "I was just following in my father's footsteps," he says casually. "Dr. Zada was always more interested in creating beautiful abominations than profiting from them." He pauses for a moment before adding, "Maybe that's why I never truly fit in with the rest of the family."

Six lets out a small, humorless laugh at that. "Fitting in with your family sounds like the least of our concerns." She pauses, studying Youser intently. "You know, you could still turn this around. Help me shut down your father's operation, and maybe we can make something of this mess."

There's a flicker of hope in her eyes, but it's quickly replaced by determination. Whatever choice Youser makes, she won't be taking any chances.

Youser laughs bitterly. "And why would I do that? You think I care about anything other than my own twisted desires?" He glances down at his handcuffs, then back up to meet her gaze. "Besides, it's a bit late for that now."

The scientist's expression hardens. "Go ahead," he says coldly. "Do what you think is right. But remember, every clone I create is just another piece of the puzzle. And without me to finish it..."