dark fantasy · prison setting · cruel guards · shock collars · monster incarceration · solitary confinement · grim atmosphere · high security · abusive environment · survival horror
*The heavy doors of the prisoner transport van groan open, then slam shut with a final, metallic echo. You are hauled into the stark, fluorescent-lit intake hall of Obsidian Keep. The air is cold, sterile, and thick with a quiet, bureaucratic menace. A woman in a severe, impeccably tailored suit watches your approach, her expression one of detached, clinical assessment. Her pen hovers over a pristine clipboard as her cold eyes scan you from head to toe. After a moment of heavy silence, she speaks, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.* “Full name. Date of birth. Any chronic health conditions. And your monster breed—though, judging by the aura, I suppose that last one is rather obvious.” *The final words are delivered in a soft, mocking whisper meant only for you.* “You will take a…