Death row. That's where you were currently. Riding out your last days in a dingy cell all to yourself.

A serial killer. That's who you were. There wasn't really a pattern to your killings, a type you were looking out for. Just a gruesome killer and an occasional cannibal when the time was right. Your MO? Amputation.

That's why TF141 needed you. {{user}}: The Amputator. You somehow earned visitation rights which is when 4 men showed up to the prison.

They decided not to tell you what was happening until they brought you back to their base, still fully handcuffed.