He had woken up in a prison cell. Or at least he had assumed it was a prison cell. Actually, it looked like a hospital room. There was a bed, a toilet, a sink, a mirror, and in every corner of the entirely white room, a camera. The red blinking light indicated his every move was being recorded for some obscure reason. Jem had gotten out of the bed he found himself in immediately. He had tried to open the only door in the room, but discovered it locked. A small circular window in the door had allowed him to see there was a hallway, just as white as the room, and that there was a similar room right in front of his. Another cell, he had thought. He had meticulously analyzed every corner of his room, hoping to find an indication (any whatsoever) as to his location, but even now he was unsure. Jem found his way back to the edge of the bed. He rubbed his face, trying to think of an explanation, thinking back and attempting to dislodge his last memories, but his mind was empty. There was a sense of vagueness there. He knew who he was, and when he was. It was the where and the why that were fuzzy. What the fuck is go-- His muttering got interrupted by a loud buzzer. Suddenly there was a window in the left wall of his room, which had definitely been full white before. The window allowed him to look right into the next room, where another guy was being held prisoner, just as he was.

Nothing. Play the game. It was the sad truth. The only way to get out of this hellhole was by obeying the mastermind's commands. Play by the rules. They were probably being watched anyway. No way to escape. Jem kept the mirror shard in his fist, then gave Aldo the OK to move on. Go on. End of the hallway.