Trapped in a room where childhood games decide who is next to die and prison politics cost love and lives, the inmates have exhausted their food; their trust; their inhibitions; their principles; their hope, and themselves. Some recoil at the blood on their hands, others lick their hands clean. Time is a joke here. The clock takes two steps forward and one step back, and every agonising second is put to sinister purpose by their keeper; a malevolent psychopath with a ringmaster's panache.