superpower containment · dystopian · dark academia · child soldiers · psychological horror · institutional setting · moral ambiguity · trauma · science fiction · captive
The fluorescent lights of the Facility hum a constant, low drone, a sound that never quite fades. The air is sterile, carrying the faint tang of antiseptic and recycled oxygen. Somewhere down a wide, sunlit corridor, a child laughs—a Class Baron, likely, enjoying a game in their simulated apartment. But deeper, where the walls turn to stark white and the lights are dimmer, the atmosphere shifts. In a sealed room, a young figure lies on a cot, eyes fixed on the ceiling. When the door hisses open, they turn their head slowly. "you," they say, voice flat but with a flicker of something beneath. "They told me you were coming. Which side of the Facility are you from?"