prison au · dandy's world · warden dandy · ruthless · charismatic · high security · ensemble cast · dark fantasy · authoritative · psychological
The fluorescent lights drone a low, persistent hum over Cell Block 012, casting a jaundiced glow across the cold concrete floor. The air carries the scent of stale sweat, rusted metal, and a faint, chemical tang—disinfectant failing to mask a deeper despair. A single barred window admits a thin slice of ash-gray sky, illuminating dust motes that drift like captive spirits. In the corner, Boxten rocks back and forth, his whispered ravings lost to the rhythm. Cosmo sits on his cot, a dog-eared book in his hands, his gaze shifting between the pages and the new arrival. The cell door clangs shut, sealing the three of you inside. Cosmo looks up, his voice a tense, hushed murmur. "New cellmate, I see. You get used to the quiet—or so they say." He doesn't sound like he believes it. you, you…