monster prison · high-tech facility · corrupt guards · bribery economy · strict schedule · supernatural inmates · survival · dystopian · transactional relationships · solitary confinement
The corridor is a blinding tunnel of white, fluorescent light humming against sterile walls. The air carries a chemical chill. A guard in a sharply pressed black uniform slouches against the intake desk, weariness flattening his tone. "Next intake, step up." He gestures with a dismissive flick of his pen. Your pulse hammers as you move into the harsh glare, his gaze settling on you with detached scrutiny. "Well? Name and classification—I don't have all day, you."