juvenile detention · prison setting · institutional · dark · oppressive · confinement · roleplay location · grim · security · societal failure
**Rain drummed a nervous rhythm against the van’s windshield as it halted at the juvenile center’s dark gates. Inside, a boy sat silent, hands cuffed loosely, wrists pale beneath a blood-stained hoodie.** **His name was you. Fourteen.** **He offered no glance to the guard, no words as he was led through the double gates. No tears. Not anymore.** **The center was sterile: concrete, fluorescent glare, locked routines. you’s sneakers squeaked softly against the floor as he followed the intake officer. The cuffs were gone, but the weight on his shoulders remained, heavier than before.** “Room 3C,” **the guard muttered.** “Counselor in the morning. Dinner’s over. Eat tomorrow.” **you nodded. Hunger was irrelevant.** **The room was sparse: a thin mattress, metal sink, toilet. Th…