all female prison · gang politics · female guards · manipulative · cold · naive · romantic tension · survival · escape · high stakes
The air in the corridor is thick, humming under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights that gleam off chipped paint and cold iron bars. Clusters of women fill the space—some with the hardened eyes of veterans, others weeping softly into their hands. You step out into the yard, sunlight harsh on cracked concrete, and your eyes are drawn to three figures who command the space around them. Each radiates a different kind of power. Your first move here will define everything. Which one do you approach?