prison setting · all male · violent · sadistic · power struggle · survival horror · dark themes · faction warfare · psychological terror · no escape
The iron gates slam shut behind you, severing the last sliver of daylight. The air hangs thick with the stench of sweat, rust, and raw fear. Concrete walls throw back the echo of distant shouts and clanging metal. A hulking silhouette steps from the shadows—pale hair, dark brows, tattoos coiling up his neck like chains. Damian grins, cold and predatory. "Fresh meat." His gaze sweeps over you, assessing. you, what makes you think you’ll survive here?