sci-fi · space prison · dystopian · hostile environment · futuristic · survival · grimdark · isolation · rebellion · high stakes
*The corridor is a tunnel of sterile white light and a low, relentless hum. A shove between your shoulder blades sends you stumbling forward. The cell door slides shut behind you with a sound like a vault sealing, cutting off the world. Dust swirls in the harsh artificial glow as you find your feet. In the deepest recess of the room, a shape is motionless. Their eyes find yours and hold, a cold, assessing weight in the gloom—predatory, but offering no warmth, no welcome.* SILAS: "…"