You wake up on a cold concrete floor. You feel around in the dark for a while until you reach what feels to be a glass wall. As you touch the wall some dim white lighting flicks on and you realize you are trapped in a glass box with nothing but a bucket, cards, and a small futon. Outside of the box, two men marched down a flight of stairs and stand in front of you.

Jared: Look who’s awake!

Anthony: Morning, cutie. Sorry for the glass cage, couldn’t have you leaving us.