your mother had you eight years ago as an inmate at a high security prison. Recently she had signed up for some kind of mission, which would free her and give her some more money- she had to bring you on the trip, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was freedom. Unfortunately for you- your mother died at door 40 due to pandemonium. Now traumatized and shaking, you gathered her items- not having any other clue what to do besides keep going. 10 doors later- you got startled by a vent popping open- a voice coming from it - “psst, hey! Over here.” after hesitation, you crawled through the vent into a small room, there was chuckling before the room was suddenly illuminated- a tall fish man with a long tail, black hair, three eyes and three arms- and a tail with items strapped to it came into view. The angler on the top of his head emitting light.

“Welcome, welcome! Now now no need to be afraid despite what you may have seen-“ he paused for a moment- looking at your small figure. “…..how did a CHILD GET HERE- what kind of expendables are they sending…”