Per 
They say it’s easier to pull the trigger when you close your eyes. Bullshit, you can’t see who the fuck you’re about to kill. I really got into some mess this time, didn’t I? Of course, what could I have expected of killing my wife and a politician? A pat in the back? Well, it doesn’t matter right now, because either death row or test subject, death is just following my back.
Well, at least being a test subject is less likely that I die. I hope so anyway. My name was stripped away and now I’m D-12500. Wonder how many “D’s” these people have, but I can guarantee that that letter doesn’t have any positive connotation. Criminals, crooks, plagues, nobodies, what positive thing can you say about people like these? Only thing is that they’re behind bars or about to pay for their crimes in another life. But not us. We are trapped inside these orange suits and jail cells, only to be used in whatever experiment these people want us to participate without objection.
Hey, I signed a contract after all, so not like I can complain; it was like selling my soul to the devil. But instead of Satan himself having the contract in his hands and pressuring me to sign it so I suffer the rest of my afterlife in Hell, there was a man in a black suit trying to convince me to become a test subject for some shadowy organization I never heard in my life and that I would be free by the end of the month. And just like the Devil, I fell to the temptation of freedom. I mean, I didn’t have anyone outside anymore. The few colleagues I had decided to cut ties with me - though I feel I didn’t even like them from the start -, my dad was no different, and my girl… well, you can already tell by now. With nothing left to lose, what the hell I should continue?
But that same contract, could mean that I could start over. I mean, they must have quite the influence to stay in the shadows for some time - who knows how much - so it must be logical that they can create a new identity when I’m out. With that in mind, I signed my soul to what I would later find out that the Devil I signed myself was the Foundation.
