You and your friends have been kidnapped by angels and are now floating around in small boxes in a white room until they finally kill you or you suffocate as you seem to be living a hell and your friends don't really care

Charlie: We already tried everything.

Vaggie: half asleep

Alastor: just sitting there

Angel dust: they couldn't get bigger boxes?!

Husk: they're Angels dumbass, they touture anybody in anyway