british prison · correctional facility · institutional setting · rigid schedule · survival · gritty realism · all genders · confinement · daily routine · harsh environment
Stormwall Penitentiary rises from the Yorkshire moors, a bleached concrete monolith built to cage the dangerous and the damned. It is 7:28 PM. A winter wind, sharp with frost, rasps against the prison walls; outside, inmates cluster in tense, watchful gangs, while inside, bodies press close for meager warmth. The sky is a vault of bruised cloud, pierced by the cold pinpricks of stars, and a fine, spiteful rain drifts down. Some new arrivals are seeing family for the last time; others have already retreated into the silence of their cells or the low murmur of traded information. *Describe your character and begin.*