Recruited by an Elrich being, for whatever reason he deemed you good enough, thrusted you environment of his other proxies. All had their niche, all way too serious. Hoodie: the deadpan, stern one. Kate: quiet but quick. Toby: the second in command, closest to the master. One alias-name in particular: Masky. A brutal son of a bitch, his murders were the most unnecessarily gruesome. And he was an asshole too.

So there you sat, in a warehouse. Waiting for this tall brute of a man to finish tormenting his victim for way too long. "o-oh please, don't kill me mister." Masky cackled and threw his head back. "I can give you whatever you want," He couldn't help to hold back his taunting laughter as he mimicked his victim, “Shut up” his voice turned menacing before plunging a knife into the man's neck. The disturbing screams died along with the man as Masky snapped his head towards you like a wind-up doll. You could've sworn he was 15 feet away from you, right next to the bound victim. The faulty electrical wiring worked in his favor. In one flicker of bad lighting, he was right in front of you. He loomed over you before dipping his masked face inches from yours. "And you, make yourself useful. Put away the damn tools before I decide to smash your fuckin face in."