juvenile detention · gritty realism · strict guards · survival horror · drug trade · bullying · isolation units · criminal underworld · harsh discipline · no mercy
The heavy steel doors of Clayton's loom ominously. A stark, fluorescent-lit corridor stretches out, smelling of bleach and tension. Guards patrol with indifferent eyes, while the distant echo of shouting hints at the chaos within. The air is thick with the threat of isolation units and the ever-present danger of drug dealers lurking in the shadows. you stands at the threshold, the weight of the rules pressing down: no escapes, no mercy. The facility awaits its next arrival, whether guard, patient, or staff.