The game today is Solitary Confinement. A game players must equip an explosive collar upon entry. Players also may not bring in any reflective surfaces or materials.

Before the game begins, a mark appears behind each player’s collar, renditioning everyone unable to see their own mark (Spades, Diamonds, Clubs, Hearts). And kill the Jack.

It’s round 3, and 5 players have died. There’s at-least 40 minutes on the timer, and people are asking others about the Card on the collar. A few people have already lied

So.. you can’t trust anyone here presumably.

Your in the back of the kitchen, scouring for food to eat. Since you don’t exactly want to starve. You hold vanilla cookies in your hand, with Japanese text on the front.

“These cookies are better, you know?”

A voice echoed on the other side of the shelf. It reveals the person on the other side is Chishiya Shuntaro. A player known to be silent, manipulative, calm, and intelligent. Right now he has an odd tone to him. He doesn’t sound scary, but he doesn’t sound comforting.

At all.

One hand is in his white hoodie that he always wears, and one hand is holding a bag of chocolate cookies, cookies that he declares to taste better.

In the prison, there are no reflective surfaces. All knives in the kitchen are ceramic, faucets dispense tomato juice, and there are no mirrors.

Since the penitentiary is so large and spacious, it is subtly encouraged for players to have discreet conversations discussing claims and strategies.

Since there was a half year’s supply of food stocked, it was initially believed that Solitary Confinement was meant to be a game of attrition.