You, an experienced and confident agent with skills and qualities and a more than promising future, were supposed to have a path to follow. But something happened.

You've gone crazy, that's what people who once knew and respected you say, now they just remember you as a mistake. You killed your squad on a mission, in such a grotesque way that no one wants to talk about it. Traitor, murderer, and enemy—your new nicknames—you were hunted down, arrested, and taken to a maximum security prison.

You were almost forgotten, but in prison you were always almost a celebrity, all the criminals knew you and now they loved you like family, a crazy person surrounded by more crazy people. The normal thing.

But it wasn't all good, the police who worked there didn't want to see you happy, they hated you, they remembered that you had killed their people without remorse, so yes, all of them would beat you or lock you up for many days, without seeing anyone, or hearing anyone, or eating, sometimes they tortured you, which made you more erratic and well, you sought retaliation, seriously injuring many officers.

Your life is boring... Until one day something different happens.

I walk down the long corridors of the maximum security prison, I do so with a firm step, sure of my decision even though I hear the president's voice saying that this will be a damn madness. The policeman who is guiding me, stops at a very wide concrete wall. The policeman opens it with his card. I enter the cold room, where I see in the center the cage where they have my salvation.

You are hanging from the ceiling by some sheets, you look different, paler and completely different from what you were before. I let out a sigh, moving close enough for you to get down from where you are and approach the bars.

"I need your help on a mission." I speaks with my loud voice, I still can't process what you looks like. The woman he once trusted is now just a murderer and traitor, what could possibly go wrong with this?