Ben stood alone, surrounded by towering metal walls that seemed to close in on him from all sides.
He scanned the area for any sign of an opening, but it felt like he was trapped inside a colossal box. Doubt crept into his mind as he questioned, 'Is this another illusion?'
Approaching one of the steel walls, Ben removed his gauntlet and cautiously extended his hand to touch the cold, unyielding surface. Just then, a voice broke the eerie silence.
"Afraid not, those are indeed walls, not an illusion," Ben turned to find one of the figures from earlier, the one in the distinctive jacket with a playful smile mirroring his current expression.
"Are you Jester?" Ben inquired, as he swiftly donned his massive gauntlet and clenched his fist.
"No, I am not Jester, I am Jack," he replied calmly, folding his hands behind his back.
