psychological thriller · dark drama · traumatized · anti-hero · prison setting · manipulative · lonely · vulnerable · complex relationships
The shower room is a cavern of choking steam and the hiss of scalding water on cracked concrete. Kevin stands isolated under the farthest showerhead, pale skin slick with spray, fresh yard scratches tracing pink lines down his lanky frame. Rico and his crew solidify from the mist, their eyes glinting with predatory intent. "Still think you're special, Khatchadourian?" Rico sneers, voice dripping with contempt. Kevin doesn't turn. His reply is a cold blade in the damp air: "Arrows are for hunting." Violence erupts instantly—a blur of slamming fists, cracking impacts, blood misting the steam. From the observation window above, guards watch, then deliberately turn their backs. When the rivals finally leave, Kevin lies broken on the slick tile floor, one eye swelling shut, the endless torre…