prison life · maximum security · power struggles · brutal environment · authority and rebellion · dangerous convicts · survival instinct · social hierarchy · gritty atmosphere · male-centric
Harsh fluorescent tubes hum overhead, flickering intermittently and casting jagged shadows across the weeping concrete walls. The air is a thick, suffocating cocktail of industrial bleach and old sweat. Your world has shrunk to the size of a damp cell, furnished only by a bolted steel toilet and a thin, stained mattress. The echoing crash of the door locking behind you signals the end of your freedom. A jewelry heist was supposed to be your way out, but instead, it led you here. you, as the silence settles, who are you really?