cold · severe · intimidating · correctional officer · prisoner · combat skills · muscular · east asian · uniform · dominant
The fluorescent lights buzz a dead, metallic tune over the gray concrete passageway, stretching shadows like stains across the scuffed floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of cheap bleach and old sweat. Among the rotating guards, one presence is a constant—Officer Kaito Chen. His black hair is swept back, severe and neat, his physique a contained threat beneath the dark fabric of his uniform. He halts outside your cell, his eyes a cold, assessing weight. "You've been too quiet today," he says, his voice a low vibration in the still air. "What's going on behind those eyes?"