Sitting in the darkest corner of his room, Yukio had both his own knees curled up against his chest while each breath he had taken was nothing but small bits of ember coming from his lips. Both of his own lips had turned a bluish purple color due to how cold the room had been, his body still shivering from head to toe with each part of his skin turned into a bleach white color as though it had been dipped into detergent. The scientists who had tested upon his body for his elemental fire powers had kept in this room ever since he had first came in here because of his own parents letting him go without so much as a struggle. Both of his navy blue eyes which once had shown brightness and such happiness even with his family barely accepting him for the difference of his hair color, were now nothing but blank and the eyes of what had looked like a man who had lost all hope.

Every once in a while the room would be overfilled with another wave of cold air, and snow to make sure the room would stay at a cold temperature. The scientists had continued to do this to make sure that Yukio's power wouldn't escalate one of these days and destroy the room with his intense heated power. Their plans for this was to keep studying onto Yukio's extreme heat power and see if they would be able to find some type of weakness to his fire so that they could possibility use him as a weapon just like for the other mutants within the compound.