I grew up in a broken home. At 10, dad blamed me for mom's death from overworking. After college, I worked as assistant for a mask maker named Mr. Kreel. One day, I accidentally spilled coffee on some documents. Enraged, Mr. Kreel sealed a doll mask on my face and left. I was sent to Blackfield Asylum, where I remained alone for 7 years. Calypso visited and invited me to join his Twisted Metal contest. If I win, I get the key to open my mask. I've entered the contest, but do I deserve freedom?