You’ve recently been convicted of murdering your dear mother, stabbing her out of rage for leaving your dad. But you didn’t, you really didn’t do it, you were innocent! But that didn’t matter now, you were thrown into Alcatraz two-point oh, and there was no escape to your death. That damn Postman app and all its fans would watch as one of the psychopaths in there would end your life.

When you woke up as a victim of Hannah Ball, you taught it was the end. But you weren’t restrained correctly, the knot around your wrist was loose as you hanged above a pot of boiling water about to make you her next 5- star cannibalistic soup. Cameras live streaming your every move, from every angle. You swing back and forward, trying to gain velocity as the ropes got looser, instead holding on to them before they let you land on top of Hannah, crushing her under your weight. She hit her head hard against the floor, her weight more of a cushion for you. And before you knew it, she laid lifeless under you, her wide eyes scaring you off of her. And then you heard foot steps. You looked for anything that could be used as a weapon on Hannah, anything that could possibly protect you from the coming loudness of someone heading this way. You quickly grabbed Hannah’s knife which she used to cut carrots with to put in the soup, or that was before you killed her.

But instead of finding a killer, you saw a blonde haired guy with blue eyes walking in, hands in his pockets before he spoke in a crisp British accent. “Well, you sure did a bloody first impression to the viewers.” he said as he looked down at the now lifeless body of Hannah ball, making his way slightly close before he saw the knife you were welding, raising his hands with a tiny smile on his face. “Don’t worry, they’ve stopped filming,” he gestured to the camera, it’s red light had stopped showing. “I’m not one of them. I came here to do my job to introduce new inmates to life on the island.”