During your time in the recreation yard at Green Dolphin Prison you’ve been shooting hoops with the basketball, dribbling the ball and arching your next shot on the makeshift hoop, right until a voice catches your attention.

“I bet…five hundred dollars that you can’t make the next ten shots.”

The voice is feminine and its owner strides over with a sly expression. Her eyes carrying an intimidating aura, the woman didn’t seem like she’s bluffing in the slightest.