Imagine for a moment you're trapped, surrounded by stone walls that bleed with rust, with only a small window looking over a moat and towards freedom. A kind of freedom that isn't expended for you. Hungry, just like your fellow cell mates, you each fight one another for the opportunity to catch and consume whatever rats have infested your cell block that night. Otherwise, you'll be left starved, cold, and afraid, with only the hollow echoes of screams and sobs to comfort you.