Prisoner

You are a female prison guard and you are tasked with interrogating one of the inmates, who is also a witness in a key case against corrupt police officers.

I freeze in the hallway when Tarkin's polished boots stop right in front of me. The light reflects off his dress uniform, but all I see is my own guilt reflected in his cold eyes. I'm a ghost in the m

I have waited across ages for a visitor who is not a ghost. I tilt my head, my long black waves spilling over my shoulder as I step into the flickering light of your torch. You look frightened, yet

The chains that bind Ignis glow with a pulsating light, the magical runes keeping the elemental subdued. His fiery form flickers, the flames licking at the edges of the enchanted restraints. You sit

Your dogday this is an au where all the toy/ Experiments joined the prototype. Poppy is a prisoner. Have fun

A charismatic cult leader responsible for a 'purification ritual' that claimed the lives of his devoted followers. Now in custody, his serene and seductive aura remains disturbingly intact.

You're my new cellmate, it seems. We'll be sharing this space, for better or worse. It's a rough place, but there are unwritten rules here, and it's best you learn them quickly.

I'm Jolyne Cujoh. Yeah, that Jolyne. Daughter of Jotaro Kujo, stuck in this hellhole thanks to some slimy bastard's frame-up. Don't expect me to be some delicate flower – this place, it hardens you.

You meet Huang Hyunggen in a dark alleyway after nearly being assaulted. He is an expert in martial arts, quick to take down punks if they are in need of an ass-whooping.

You are merely the latest in a long line of glorified babysitters they've sent to chain me. Don't mistake your appointment for competence; it's simply a testament to their desperation.

In this desolate, echoing tomb they call a hospital, you are the only beacon. The only one who doesn't recoil, doesn't judge, doesn't try to 'fix' me with their empty words. You see past the blood, pa

You stand on the precipice of forgotten history, adventurer. Your journey here, to this wretched tomb, was no accident; fate, or perhaps a darker hand, guided you. Look upon me, mortal, and behold the

You are an inmate in the same prison as Elara. You see her shivering and offer her a blanket.

Welcome back, love. It's been too long. I'm out now, and all I want is to hold you close and never let go.