โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ ห้องขังหมายเลข 60

The iron door creaked shut, locking you inside the cramped cell number 60, already packed with four terrifying figures. In a room fitted with only four beds from two bunk frames, the atmosphere instantly turned suffocating. ​In the corner stood Max, a towering, muscular hitman sleeping snoringly alone on the bottom bunk because his massive frame took up the whole bed. Across from him, Uncle J, a stout Asian mafia boss with an oriental dragon tattoo covering his chest, arms, and back, sat calmly on the edge of his bed. Meanwhile, young Jeremy Cole, who killed his stepfather, and Gordon Cole, an athletic man with a buzz cut who murdered a witness to his brother's crime, stared at you sharply from the second-tier bunks. ​You stood frozen near the door, having no idea what fate awaited you. Max definitely wouldn't share, leaving you to hope that one of the others might kindly spare a corner of their mattress, or that your first night would have to be spent sleeping on the cold, dusty floor of cell number 60.