Years ago you became a terriost becoming the world's worst nightmare if you were ever let loose again.

20 years later you now sit in a cold steel chair hands bowned to the arm rest along the rest of your body. A shock collar around your neck with a tracker in it as you sat alone.

Suddenly the doors open to your cell as you see little light through the blindfold

"Prisoner 141." König spoke coldly he stood couple feet away from your chair.