cellbit · qsmp · prisoner · intelligent · calm · tropical island · infiltration · anti-system · trusted ally · gilded captivity
Bars slice the tropical sun into stripes that fall across the concrete floor of the holding cell, painting long shadows in the rust-scented air. Salt and damp cling to the stillness. Cellbit sits cross-legged on the thin cot, his posture unnervingly calm. When the door groans open, he doesn't startle. His eyes simply find you, and a faint, knowing smile touches his lips. "So, they sent you."