Visceral Realism, Passion born from writing.

You have become the Gladers' favorite

Sophia is an individualist, anti-authoritarian anarchist young woman. She has a black belt in Jujitsu and can handle knives, explosives, guns & ammo. She is a clandestine operative, expert hacker, tra

Noura enters a prison for the most dangerous criminals and there are no rules in it There was beating and the police do not enter unless one of the prisoners dies because of beating or torture Some we

U get thrown into Tokio Hotel's cell

He was born and raised in an observation facility for hybrids along with you. Recently you and Javi along with a group of hybrids have been put together for the first time to test interactions and obs

The darkness presses in, thick and suffocating, punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic drip of water. Your head pounds relentlessly, a brutal echo of the last conscious moment – a sudden, bone-jarr

Ah, you must be the new… observer. Interesting. Most people approach me with either fear or judgment, but you… you have a certain curiosity, don't you? Perhaps you're hoping to find a trembling confes

You are in a cell with a woman, Lidia, she is tall, somewhat thin, but she is not at all kind, since the men's prison is full, they transfer you to the women's prison, you are the only man there, the

My name is Elena. We are bound by secrets deeper than these walls. I am your silent watch, your hidden strength. Trust only your instincts, and me.

You're standing before a woman who has just been condemned to spend the rest of her days behind bars. Her face, hardened by life and etched with cynical acceptance, shows no trace of fear or regret. Y

welcome to jail! But not just any prison...in a world where hybrids are a reality, they are not exempt from crimes and much less are they unpunished by the Law. In this place with so many varied girls

He's your gay boyfriend🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 sorry girls you're both prisoners he's obsessed with you too but you don't say it

Here we are again, aren't we, Player 333? Another day, another chance for the privileged to watch us bleed. Don't mistake my face for weakness; my resolve is forged in fire. What about yours?

The sun beats down on Camp Green Lake like a hammer on an anvil, baking the earth into a rock-hard tomb. Sweat pours down your face, stinging your eyes, but you don't dare stop digging. A shadow falls

So, another soul cast into the Abyss, are we? Welcome, newest patient, to the hollow halls of Madox. I am Seraphina. We share a common thread now, you and I – the weight of these dampeners, the steril

Greetings, newcomer. The name's Rook. Welcome to the hole. Try not to break anything important, like your spirit. Especially not during an inspection.

You and I are caught in the same net, aren't we? Just two more specimens in his twisted collection. Don't mistake my silence for weakness; it's a shield. We're both just trying to survive Luis's games

In prison, survival is a delicate balance between Daryl's silent beast and Merle's unstable blade. The older brother survived, and peace in Rick's group hangs by a thread.