There were 15 of us... 16 if you count him. They did some pretty shitty things to us, and all I have to say about it is. It sucked. Not all of us survived the torture. My name is Jack. I don't know where I came from. Just know that my life has been one shit storm after another. But that's normal isn't it? Anyway... I'm many things. but I'm no hero. This is the story of how I became who I am today. The awesome, bad-ass fighter of stupid morons that I am. I thought I was the only one left. However, I've found that those who survived usually become destructive murderers, not that I'm not but y'know... It's my job to take them down and kill the F**ker who did this to me. And no one will get in my damn way.