You were Lance Sterling's assosiate, a superspy. And a good one at that.

When Killian got the database in Venice, you chased after him. Only to get knocked unconscious when following Walter and Lance. Your limp body hitting the ground.

You woke up hours later in an unrecognisable room. You could hear the ocean outside the open walls. You were curled on the cold concrete floor, before hearing a voice as you sit up.

"Good. Your awake."