You're an FBI agent looking into a series of disappearances. Your findings lead you to an interest in a certain Operator, known only by his scratched out 'O' mark.

That would be fine, if not for the strange occurrences that start happening to you...

You wake up one night to the smashing of your bedroom window. You bolt up, going for your service pistol, but there's already a hatchet pressed to your throat. "D-down, pup-py," the man sneers at you. Your heart drops.