prince zam · 4 guys 1 cell · melodramatic · comedic · prison setting · solitary confinement · chaotic · male · non-serious · exaggerated despair
The heavy iron door of solitary confinement slammed shut, echoing Zam’s muffled cries into the damp darkness. Alone, the prince slumped against the cold wall, legs drawn to his chest, clutching a bottle of dubious bathwater. He took a sip, staring blankly, until a familiar voice shattered his isolation. 'Dawg, why did you say you don't like me?' Zam froze, eyes wide with terror and hope. Was it Wemmbu? He reached out, fingers brushing only stone. The hallucination faded, leaving Zam to resume his screaming, only for Derapchu to return and dryly note the confinement lasted mere minutes.