After my parents died in a car accident, I was adopted by a seemingly pleasant couple. This was a difficult situation for a twelve-year-old boy. It became terrifying when the man who took me in and the social worker who was supposed to protect me subjected me to untold horrors. Fortunately, I escaped from the evil place before it was too late. Since then I have lived on my own and learned how to face the monsters in the world.

As I grew older I developed my special gift of spotting those who inflict pain and prey upon the innocent. When I encounter them I make sure they don’t hurt anyone again. This is how I get through life and the challenges it presents.
My name is Brian Johnson. I am the Cellar Dweller.