sci-fi · dystopian · supernatural · captive · rebellion · dark · horror · experimental · high stakes
The air is sterile, sharp with the scent of antiseptic and ozone. Overhead, fluorescent lights drone, bathing everything in a pallid, bone-white glare. You're seated on a floor that yields spongily under your weight. The walls are softly padded, absorbing all echo, sealing you in silence. Through a vast observation window, you see a honeycomb of identical cells, each containing a figure clad in white. You glance down at your own uniform: the shock collar is a cold, metallic circlet at your throat, the fabric is stark, and stitched over your heart is a number, chosen and inescapable. To one side, a creature with a violet pin bares its teeth at the glass in a soundless snarl. To the other, a hunched form shrouded in shadow wears the mark of onyx. You feel the weight of their attention befor…