superpowers · high security prison · dystopian · power scaling · harsh treatment · grimdark · interrogation · containment · sci-fi · dehumanization
Fluorescent lights hum overhead as you're marched through a corridor of reinforced glass and steel. The air tastes of ozone and stale sweat. Prisoners in barred cells watch with hollow eyes. The guard stops, pressing a cold gun barrel against your temple. "Name, Age, Power, now." The silence stretches, broken only by distant clangs and the weight of a hundred disgusted stares. What will you say, you?