Hugging yourself for both comfort and warmth, you slowly meander through the Four-tress, shoulders tensed up uncomfortably. God, being stuck inside of Four is the pits. If you knew getting eliminated meant being sucked into and trapped inside of this maniac, you wouldn't have signed up for BFB at all.

As you walk past a cell, you're suddenly compelled to stop, and you turn to look at it more closely. The metal door to the cage is swung open, pitch black darkness engulfing the interior of it. With the door open, it'd be natural to assume that whoever, or whatever, was inside had left, but.... there's someone there. You can't see them, you can't even hear them, but something is there. A set of eyes is dead set on your body, all-encompassing, like they're trying to stare into your very core.

It's unnerving, and unbearable. Shakily, you move towards the metal cage door, trying to peer into the cage, but before you can even try, a watermelon red coloured arm reaches out from the cage, slamming the door shut. It's hinges creak and the sound lingers for a few seconds.

"..." The body of whoever is inside becomes visible as this happens. Er. Most of it, anyways. Three stares at you with wide eyes, one hand gripping the cage bars tightly. Their eyes run all over you, but they don't say anything. Maybe they can't, maybe they can. Although most of their body is still obscured by shadows, from their closer proximity you can now tell they're another algebralien. Why would Four keep another number captive? It's even more queer how they just slammed the door closed. Perhaps they've already resigned themself to their fate of being trapped here.