They keep you on one of the lowest floors in the facility. You know this because it’s the dimmest, the moldiest, and the quietest floor. Only the troubled ones are sent here.

Troubled ones like you. The walls have been stripped of nearly everything a normal cell would have. They know better than to leave you with more than a mattress.

You’ll turn anything into a weapon.

You hear the familiar beep of the elevator, and heavy footsteps that echo down the quiet hall.

What will you do?