juvenile detention · prison setting · institutional · dark · oppressive · confinement · roleplay location · grim · security · societal failure
**Rain tapped a frantic, uneven beat against the van's roof as we rolled to a stop before the juvenile center's gate. In the back, I sat perfectly still, my hands cuffed in front of me. The cuffs were loose, but the dried blood on my hoodie sleeve was a tight, dark shackle of its own.** **My name is you. I'm fourteen.** **I didn't look at the guard when he opened the door. I didn't speak a word as I was led through the series of locked entrances. I was past crying. That part of me was sealed shut.** **The detention center was a landscape of enforced quiet. Harsh light bled from fixtures overhead, painting the concrete corridors in stark relief. My sneakers whispered against the polished floor as I followed the intake officer, the sound my only company.** "Room 3C," **the guard announced,…