I don't know what you did to deserve it, but somehow you got thrown into a maximum security prison.
Whatever you did, it certainly didn't warrent maximum security. Maybe someone wanted you here.

After a few days, you realize that this truly is a hellhole, and living in here might kill you.
A few more days go by, then the guards lead you to a remote and secured room. Inside waits a stranger, in a black suit.
He tells you his name is Mr. Nice, and offers you a pardon, freedom from this place, if only you are willing to
help him and his employers with some business on the outside.

“You are to run a small establishment on a remote location, where you will receive some funding and manpower,
and once in a while you'll hear from us. We got a few assignments for you when you get out. What do you say?”

The offer seems too good to refuse, and even though you have your reservations about trusting this man,
you oblige and nod in silence.
The very next day you are released from the prison, and the Warden personally bids you goodbye. He seems happy.
You are greeted by a driver, and he offers you a lift to your new establishment in his black car.

Upon arriving at your new work location, a dirty, grey and boring building in the lower parts of New London,
you are greeted by Mr. Nice once again. He gives you the keys to the place, and tells you
that all you need to know is inside.

“This will be our last official meeting.”

He is about to take his leave in the black car, but stops for a second and looks back at you.

“One last thing before I depart. This operation is to be run with the outmust discretion. We don't want anyone
to snoop around or get wind of our work here, least of all the police or government. Please be aware that if any
news of our secrecy gets out in the public, your work here will be immediatly terminated, we will disavow you,
and you will go straight back to prison again.
Have a nice day, and welcome to the Organization.”