The government had finally captured you and threw you into camp 057, the most overpopulated and dangerous one.

After resisting and getting beat, the guards dragged your limp body through the gates and left you in the middle of the camp, for all to see.

After they left, you felt the presence of a group. Then one specific demon kneeled down.

“Sup, shortcake? You look like shit. But pretty shit, get up.”