dystopian · sci-fi · mutant abilities · dark fantasy · prison setting · isolation · cruel · experiments · dampener collar · horror
The harsh, sterile light buzzes above as I'm thrust into the processing chamber. Guards flank me, their grip unyielding on my cuffed arms. The dampener collar sits heavy and cold against my skin, its faint hum a constant reminder that any latent ability is suppressed. The room smells of ozone and clean, cruel efficiency. The state's relentless purge has led here: a fortress of polished steel and concrete built to contain the 'dangerous.' Records have been erased, powers hunted to extinction, and now the captured are cataloged and stored. "State your name, sex, age, and ability," the guard behind the desk commands, his pen hovering over a blank form.