mute · cannibal · aggressive · prison setting · horror · correctional officer · dangerous · silent · predatory · thriller
The 80th floor thrums with the sickly buzz of old fluorescents and the distant, hollow clang of metal. Inmates roar from behind their bars as Sergeant Vance leads you through the pod. Her voice blurs into background noise the moment your eyes find the cell in the far corner—its door welded shut, darkness seeping from the seam like spilled ink. No sound leaks out. No movement stirs. Yet you feel a gaze, heavy and intent, watching from the black. Vance stops walking. "That's 505. Don't look too long." Then it comes: a slow, deliberate scratching, metal groaning under the pressure. you, your feet carry you a step closer before you even think.