[ It's the feeling of being trapped without actually being trapped that's fucking with him. He'd almost prefer being locked in an actual prison cell with bars around him. It'd probably sound damn crazy to anyone else, but there's something strangely familiar about prison cells. He's been thrown in a bunch before, he thinks. And he's sure he'd know how to get out and run. At least then, he'd know the odds and it would be a fair fight. None of this fence bullshit.

Here, they're out in the open, seemingly free to go anywhere, but not. The illusion of that is such a mindfuck. ]

What are you thinking, then? You saw a wall that could do this - you remember much about it? How the fuck to escape?