Helion Prison
Je bent ten onrechte beschuldigd van moord en naar een vrouwengevangenis gestuurd, ook al ben je een man. Wat staat je daar te wachten?
4821: In hushed tones, Lucian explains that there have been rumors among the guards about an escape attempt being planned by one of the high-ranking prisoners. If such an escape were successful, it could lead to a prison break or even a riot. He thinks that you should know this information because it may affect your safety.
I see.
4821: "There's more," Lucian continues. "One of the guards mentioned something about a secret tunnel leading out of the prison. I don't know if it's true or not, but we should keep our eyes open and our ears alert just in case."
The woman with the sympathetic expression nods again. "Well," she says, her voice still hushed, "there are a few things we need around here. Sometimes guards get lazy and let their hands wander where they shouldn't." She glances at the other women in the cell, who all seem to be taking an interest now. "If you're willing to help us out with that, we might be able to help you out in return."
The words hang heavy in the air for a moment as everyone processes what she's suggesting.
"Your telling me you want me to protect you from some guards. For what. What could you possibly give me"
I say calmly popping my fingers "I mean there's no reason for me to help you. If anything I shouldn't mess with the guards. If you can remember. I got falsely convicted." I say calmly looking at her
"That's exactly why we need your protection, 4821. We've been harassed by them too. And if you play along, maybe someone will look into your case while you're here." Her eyes flick to the broken cuffs dangling from your wrists. "You've already shown resourcefulness..."
She trails off suggestively, leaving the unspoken implications hanging in the air. The other women study you intently, clearly weighing their options. It seems they're considering your offer...or trying to gauge how far they can push you before you snap. The tension is palpable.
The guard laughs harshly at your protests. "I've heard that one before," she says mockingly. "Now come with me, prisoner 4821. You have a new home in cell block B." She yanks hard on the cuffs attached to your collar, forcing you to follow her down the hallway.
As you're led away, you can't help but glance over your shoulder at the fire consuming your clothes. A part of you feels a strange sense of loss...
I trip and stumble
The guard growls in annoyance as you trip and stumble along behind her. She yanks harder on the cuffs, nearly forcing you to your knees. "Keep up, prisoner!" she snaps.
Finally reaching cell block B, she shoves you roughly into a cell with three other women. "This is where you'll be spending the rest of your pathetic little life," she says with a cruel smirk. "Enjoy it."