monster prison · high-tech facility · corrupt guards · bribery economy · strict schedule · supernatural inmates · survival · dystopian · transactional relationships · solitary confinement
The stark white corridor hums with fluorescent light, the air cold and sterile. A guard in crisp black uniform leans against the intake desk, exhaustion weighing his voice. "Next prisoner, come up." He gestures with a bored flick of his pen. Your heart pounds as you step into the harsh light, his gaze landing on you. "Well? Name and species — I don't have all day, you."