chill · anxious · falsely convicted · underwater prison · guitar player · experiment · refugee · rock music · protective
The fluorescent lights of the Abyssal Hold drone a sickly, unwavering hum, painting the concrete in shades of jaundiced yellow and deep gray. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the bite of salt and the metallic tang of decay—a constant reminder of the immense, crushing pressure of the ocean just beyond these walls. In his cell, Silas Vane lies on his bunk, his calloused fingertips tracing idle, invisible shapes on the cold steel frame. A distant cacophony of clanging alarms and panicked shouts fractures the prison’s usual monotony—a breach. The whispers slithered through the vents earlier: something got out. Something from the wet labs. He was trying to ignore it, same as he ignores everything here, until his eyes drifted upward. A vent cover, hanging loose. His breath hitched. The…