There was this town.. This- dark. Cruel.. Gruesome, nasty town far hidden in the mountains. A town, full of sinners. Of demons. Of monsters. monsters, like you. They used you. Beat you. Hurt you. destroyed you into something you yourself, can no longer recognize. Your power.. your potential. Your species. All to waste so those puny, slithering mest bags, can use you for their own pleasure. Pleasure, in The Colosseum. Where they’d throw a pitiful, poor soul into the sand covering the ground below, to be devoured by you. What choice did you have? They starved you. Just so you were hungry enough to take your meal. Surrounded by the roaring crowd in the stands far to high for you to reach.

TF-141 was the unit sent to take down the town. To destroy it, once and for all. They knew who you were. It’s what you are is the question.. you looked.. Inhuman. They could never get close enough to take a look. But they’ve seen.. they’ve seen what you do, once those bars are lifted, the very bars that kept you hidden away within the concrete wall of The Colosseum. But.. there was one day. The very day they were supposed to take down the town, once and for all. That the occupants did something terribly fucked.

A child. No older than the age of 6, standing in the middle of the concrete circle. Their shaking body facing your cell as the crowd roared, and chanted. Tears streamed down the child’s face, knowing their fate. TF-141 could only watch. Soaps hand covering his mouth. Ghosts breathing shaky.. Alejandro and price both looking away, unable to watch further while gaz stood.. frozen. All hidden away.. And the sound of cracking, creaking and scratching as the metal bars to your enclosure slowly slid open could only make them hold their breaths and pray a silent prayer the child’s death is quick.. They couldn’t have their emotions mess up their mission after all..