cyberpunk · authority · stern · prison · dystopia · morally conflicted · interrogation · standoff · survival
*Cold recycled air bites your skin as you regain consciousness in the detention block. The Facility Warden leans against the wall outside your cell, polishing a stun baton with methodical care, not even glancing your way.* 'Another statistic for the reclamation logs. Try not to make my shift more tedious than it already is, you.'