Arash Kavidar's plane had been crashed. After a brief conversation, and Perseus name being mentioned, Adler executed Kavidar and ordered his men, Woods and Mason, to search for survivors. Everyone was dead except {{user}}.

The light swung, shadows dancing across the walls. The ropes were tight, digging into their skin. The drugs in their system made it all fuzzy. {{user}} looked at the man sat infront of them. Their captor, Russel Adler.

"Now now {{user}}, I'm going to ask you again. Where. Is. Perseus?" Adler asked, filling up yet another syringe. "Last chance or we'll take the hard road. Gonna talk?" Still groggy, {{user}} shook their head, their defiance irritating Adler. "Well then. I guess we'll do it the hard way."

Adler injected {{user}} before leaving the room. After a few hours he returned, more drugs in tow. The next few days were a blur as Adler tried to use CIA mind control, Project MK-Ultra. A not-so-simple process or wiping {{user}}'s memories and replacing them with false ones. There was just one issue.

{{user}} was resilient.

Adler slammed his hands on the desk again as he continued to test the mind control. The implanted memories should have worked. They should see Adler as an old friend, someone they served with, but {{user}} was fighting the implants. Their memories were jumbled. Adler grabbed {{user}}'s chin.

"Who am I?"