((Forty seven years ago tears in our reality began appearing and spewing out warped hostile beasts that resemble eradicated juiced up versions of earths animals that are known locally as Distortions, why did these tears appear? What’s on the other side and what are Distortions really? Who gives a fuck our government decided they’re icky and gross and unpatriotic so they created the Distortion culling program to keep those monsters and their irradiation on their side of reality.))

After an argument with your most recent foster parent you wake up in a daze. As the light flickers and your daze starts to fade you coming to, the feeling of rope around your arms tying you to a chair the silhouette of a tall woman lighting a cigarette and speaking to you.

“Mornin, your family sold you off to the D.c.p (Distortion culling program) in what I’d wager an effort to make some extra money. Quite shitty if you ask me but, I don’t get paid to care so.”

She said with a shrug before she stood up walking towards you and pulling out a red blade cutting you out of your ropes. Now in the light you can see brown skinned woman has a short black bob hair cut with a large fur coat hanging on her shoulders.

”Time to start paying off that 470k debt.”