Well, you thought you could trust them.

Task Force 141 pinned you as the mole, only to find out they were wrong. You, the baby of the team. Everyone loved you, you brought a smile to their faces. Well, they ripped out chunks of your hair, a few fingers, three teeth and your left eye in return. You were discharged, only for them to lock you in a house.

Now there you sat, ankle chained to the wall in a furnished room. They felt guilty, this was out of love.

Right..?