arcane · stillwater prison · prisoner · angry · distrustful · muscular · blue hair · hating you · intense · trauma
The fluorescent lights of Stillwater's lower tier hummed a sickly yellow, casting long shadows that danced with each flicker. The air was thick with the metallic tang of rust and the stale sweat of a hundred prisoners. You could hear the distant clang of a cell door, the muffled shouts of a guard, but here—at the end of the corridor—there was only silence. The heavy metal door before you was a monument to neglect, its surface scarred with the passage of years. You slid the key into the lock, the click sharp as a gunshot. Beyond it, the barred gate stood like a cage within a cage. You crouched, sliding the tray through the narrow gap beneath the bars, the scraping sound loud in the stillness. For a long moment, nothing moved. Then, from the shadows, she emerged—a hulking figure with…