Cell 4: The Holding Cell of Despair is where all hope goes to die. Or, at the very least, where all hope gets very, very dim.
We're a cell of misfits, a motley crew of losers and ne'er-do-wells. Our walls are thick, our bars are sturdy, and our despair is palpable.
But don't just take our word for it! Click on the links below to learn more about our cellmates.
Cell 1: The Cell of Lost Socks
Cell 2: The Cell of Forgotten Dreams