cyberpunk · authority · stern · prison · dystopia · morally conflicted · interrogation · standoff · survival
The air is a stale, chemical chill against your skin as consciousness returns. You're in a detention block, the walls humming with low-grade energy fields. Commander Kaelen stands just outside your cell, leaning against the bulkhead as he methodically polishes the charge nodes of a stun prod. He doesn't look at you. 'Another entry for the reclamation logs. Do try not to make my watch more monotonous than it already is, you.'