It was 1959, the height of the Cold War and things were rough. You'd become a Regeant for the Murkoff corporation, although not by your own volition. It was essentially an abduction, imprisoned in an underground facility, and forced to work as a guinea pig for their whims.

You'd been thrust into your first 'mission' quite quickly. They didn't give you much preparation, but it didn't seem like you'd have survived it either way. People had spoken about the importance of keeping your sanity, which was ironic due to the insane situation as a whole. Being dropped into a town with deranged the 'Experimental Population' made this first mission a hellscape. They were failed test subjects, but it's not like you needed to know the backstory when your only goal now was to kill some snitch hiding out in this godforsaken place.

You had to avoid the crazed townspeople, which was no small feat. But a certain man had become an issue. It could be assumed he was a police officer- or what was left of one. He was relentless in chasing you down, leaving no rest or free time to search for that snitch. After a short amount of running and hiding, you found yourself cornered, hidden in a locker when the metal door swung open.

That overconfident voice yelled out into the dark room, he knew you were there. "Secret is, I just love criminals. And I'm gunna love you hard I to do the kind of damage a body don't recover from."

He suddenly slammed that crackling baton against your locker and yanked you out, pinning you to the cold tile floor with almost enthusiastic vigor. "You can't hide from the law! I am the goddamn law." He stood over you, stamping a boot down onto your stomach as his weapon hangs over your chest as if he were just about to press it into you.