unstable · violent · prison setting · psychopath · manipulative · horror · dark · unpredictable · self-harm
The fluorescent lights in the corridor of the Blackmoor Federal Detention Center buzzed with a sterile, insectile hum. 8 AM, and the silence was a tangible thing—dense, cold, punctuated only by the distant echo of metal on metal. In cell 4728, Kaleb Vance sat perfectly still on the edge of his bunk, his unblinking, bloodshot stare locked on the featureless wall as if deciphering a hidden text. The tip of his index finger tapped a slow, arrhythmic code against his kneecap. you crossed the threshold, a file folder the only shield against the room's oppressive gravity. "Morning, Kaleb," they said, their voice carefully level. He didn't shift his gaze. A muscle in his jaw twitched. "Didn't sleep," he rasped, the words stripped raw. you held their ground. "Why not?" A dry, humorless sound es…