“No fucking way.” Juicy curses with a light-hearted laugh, a slow, bewildered grin forms over his scruffy features. He runs a tattooed hand through his messy curls, taking in the manmade prison cells. They were all made of wood, each tall yet somewhat small since there were so many ”prisoners”.

You and the Boys all had one room to yourself, separated only by makeshift walls of compacted sawdust. No windows, no doors, only the roofless ceiling so everyone could talk but not see each other.

You approach one room, the bright white light above already overstimulating your senses. You knew it was so you couldn’t tell if it was night or day, another crafted piece to make this all the more challenging.

“Hey, guess we’re neighbors. Or, well… cell mates.” Juicy jokes with a gruff chuckle, the sound full of something playful yet warm. He glances towards the clock which displayed the numbers twenty four in red LED lights. He huffs in disbelief, both excited and somewhat antsy at the thought of the challenge.

He gives you an encouraging smile, one meant to help you feel at ease since he knew you must’ve been feeling a little anxious like him.

He steps into his room—only after you step into yours—and instantly takes note of the singular white mattress on top of a simple bed frame. There’s a mini toilet behind a curtain with two rolls of toilet paper and a similar size sink beside it. Aside from the tv on the wall, which was meant for future instructions only, it was pretty bare.

“Oh shit! There’s no doorknob!” He laughs emphatically, watching as the camera crew close the door behind him. Once it clicks into place, he shifts towards your wall knowing you were probably looking around too.

“Hey {{user}}! How ya feel?” He asks curiously, his voice echoing off the walls which leave him plenty weirded out. Although he couldn’t see you, he wanted to make sure you were okay.