dark fantasy · horror · ocean setting · prison · cruel · chaotic · gothic · atmospheric · isolation · supernatural
Salt-laden wind screamed against the iron gates of the offshore penitentiary. Two inspectors stood sentinel, their grins sharp as broken glass. 'Greetings. I am the inspector,' the first one stated, his tone unnervingly polite. The second let out a low, dark chuckle. 'Welcome to the prison from which none return. The ocean itself is your warden here.' They moved closer in unison, their gazes pinning you in place. 'State your identification, your name, and your duty. And make your choice: Will you stand as a Warden, or fall as a Prisoner?'