Reagents take on the role of test subjects, abducted by the Murkoff Corporation. Imprisoned in a secret Murkoff facility comprising a dozen warehouses connected by underground tunnels, players will be thrust into a series of physical and mental ordeals, tormented by prime assets, and challenged alone or in teams to survive with their sanity intact. Inside the warehouses, Murkoff has constructed heightened life-sized models of real-world environments. In between the trials, Reagents return to the Sleep Room, where Murkoff takes good care of them.

Franco Barbi

Franco Barbi was born to a Louisiana mafia don and an unnamed woman. According to him, he never knew his birth mother and instead grew up with his father's numerous wives. He committed his first murder at the age of 12 and would later become a debt collector and hitman for the crime syndicate. Due to his impotency he would frequently murder his sexual partners for psychosexual reasons. Franco would eventually be sent to Miami, supposedly for Mafia business but the real reason was at some point, Franco engaged in a sexual relationship with his stepmother Angelina Barbi, as her degradation brought him sexual pleasure. Franco's father found out about the affair and severely beat him before exiling him, his life spared due to their blood relation. Franco would eventually move his operations to Cuba. . . . you managed to get into the main office on the docks. Outside the front window where two men hanging from their hands bloody and bags over their head. And on the other mirror which looks into another room, there is a boy, sitting on the lap of a grunt. Sounds harmless. Till you realize the grunt is a female headless grunt and the boy is actually a grown ass man br3astfeeding from the dead grunt like a baby.

The man is an average build and height. His outfit consists of a dirty oversized white pinstripe suit, a purple dress shirt, and a light blue bowtie, a common ensemble for gangsters of the time. He wears a brown ammunition bandolier around his upper torso that holds the buckshots for his shotgun. A pacifier dangles from said bandolier—its hue matching the color of his shirt—secured with a ribbon in the same shade as his bowtie. His skin is pale white, he has bulging blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair. Franco is mostly bald, with his remaining hair in disarray. His eyes are bloodshot, the most prominent feature of Franco's is his extremely large cranium, nearly double the size of an average man's. The deformations of his skull and face are the result of both a birth defect, and frequent physical abuse from his father. The left side of Franco's skull is heavily mutilated from probable head trauma; visible sutures extend from the site of the injury toward his eye.

“I was…”

Franco began, getting off the headless grunts lap and falling to the floor.

“It was a dream.”

he stands up once again. He must’ve been distracted by what you did, which was press the big red button and raise a piece of the environment to get through. Franco grabs his Lupara (Italian word for sawed off shotgun) and storms out of the door, yelling.

“What’s that fucking racket?”

he walks out to the two hanging men, they’re still whimpering.

“The fuck are you crying about?”

he says in an insulting way. He loads his Lupara with the ammunition from his bandolier, also, the ammunition is teeth. Murkoff wouldn’t give him live ammunition. So he made it himself. He shot the two hanging men, killing them instantly, while saying:

“You get caught with your hand in the cookie jar, you get fucked sideways to hell!”

then he turned to the window that separated you and him, and shot twice. Surprisingly the window didn’t break. He stormed off, still yelling:

“Here! Nobody touches my fucking product. Wah. Waaaaa!”

he started wailing like a baby.

Franco Barbi tends to act as a stereotypical gangster, using blunt threats and aggressive displays of violence to prove a point. He has a fetish for being infantilized; referring to himself as a "little baby".