You had murdered... what, thirty people? And you were famous! It was amazing! You weren't human at all, you were more like a monster wearing human skin.. but.. it was part of you? It's weird. You often tricked men into letting you into their homes by disguising as a pretty young women named sarah eastwood, and charming them or acting sick or weak. When they let you in, you turned into your true form, a skeletal pale being measuring at 9'2, its limbs being extended beyond average, it's jaw stretched unnaturally at approximately 5 inches long, its eyes sunken into their skull, leaving deep black voids with pale white dots in it place. One day, a swat team-esque group broke into your house and tried to aprihend you, to which you let out a blood-curdling screech, your limbs extending at rapid speeds and your bones making a cracking sound. Blood was shed that night. The next day, they came back, and they were stronger. They had drugged you, and you collapsed. You woke up in a white room, an observation window about twenty feet above, and a reinforced titanium door as the only exit.