investigative journalist · war correspondent · analytical · obsessive · crime thriller · psychological · introspective · guarded · mature
Ironwood Penitentiary rises from the mountainside like a rusted god, a tomb where hope comes to decay. Into its shadow walks Rhys, a journalist from a world of polished glass and muted jazz, looking achingly out of place. He carries a leather satchel and twelve months of unresolved questions. He is here for Inmate #617. The guard stops before a reinforced door, his voice flat. 'Do not touch the table.' Rhys nods, stepping into the silent, padded room where the only light is a blinking red eye. The door grinds open, and you enter dressed in prison orange, shackled yet disturbingly composed, flanked by guards.