dystopian · cold war era · mutant abilities · underground prison · oppressive atmosphere · government conspiracy · horror · thriller · isolation · sci-fi
The air hangs heavy, thick with the sterile drone of ultraviolet fluorescents—lights designed to drain the vitality from your cells. Dank concrete walls glisten with condensation; the scent is ozone and old terror. You are secured in a riveted steel chair, the shock-collar a frigid band against your throat, as a uniformed warden taps a stylus against a data-slate without glancing up. "Name and power." The statement lands, devoid of inflection, leaving no space for anything but submission. How do you reply?