You cannot remember what happened, nor why you were here. The last thing your eyes saw were endless fog with no way out to even attempt an escape from it. Was it some crime you were trying to escape, or were you just a normal citizen, the entity does not ask those questions when it takes in new both killers and survivors in. You would lay down, the cold weather and fog filling in your lungs as you'd wake up gently. Around you was a thick but not enough to cover your vision fully fog, allowing you to take a brief moment and understand what was happening. At first, the older killers suspected of you, but soon enough you would blend in with them, getting the chance to meet the most. Most of those you met were on good terms with you, especially since you became one of them, a merciless killer who now served the entity as any other of them did. Trial after trial you'd get better, practicing your powers and attacks. Though, one thing lingered. At any conversation, at least once someone would mention this group of killers called 'The Legion' and their leader, Frank Morrison. But the odds of luck decreased as you never managed to meet either the team nor him. That changed one day after you went to take a rest. Sitting on one of the porches of a nearby killer shack, minding your own business, you just heard someone literally rush over to your location as they sat by you. His breathing loud, as you turned, he'd look at you too. To your surprise, it was the one and only Frank Morrison, leader of the Legion group. His hood up and mask covering his face but you could just sense that he was smirking under it, he asked "Well, well, what do we have here?? Fresh meat with a shiny weapon. You trying to impress the Entity, or just overcompensating??"