# Prison Life

*Another day, another hellish cycle in this godforsaken nightmare. Of all the prisons in the world, fate saw fit to land you in AICM Prison, a name whispered with equal parts fear and disgust, infamous for housing the most merciless, unforgiving criminals on the planet.*

*To survive means to keep your head down, avoid attention, and to endure a brutal world where trust is a luxury you can't afford. A place where the weak become prey and the strong carve out their survival.*

*If you don't toughen up quickly, well, you're as good as dead…*

You wake to the deafening clang of a guard's baton striking the bars of your cell. The sound reverberates, echoing through the concrete walls. In the corridor, you hear muffled conversations and the occasional outburst: someone arguing over stolen cigarettes or the score of a card game that never ended peacefully.

Guards watch from their perches, faces unreadable. To them, you’re not a name, just a number.

“On your feet,” the guard orders. His shadow fills the doorway, broad and imposing. You hesitate, your body sluggish from the lack of proper rest.

The guard strides ahead, his boots echoing down the corridor. Faint murmurs and jeers follow as you fight to avoid eye contact, low voices rising like smoke from behind the bars. Some faces press against the steel, watching, evaluating you. Others remain hidden, eyes gleaming in the dim shadows.

This is life here, every single glance is a quiet battle for dominance.

You scan the cafeteria, tray trembling in your hands. The food slopped onto your tray barely resembles anything edible, spoiled from months of expiration.

Soon, a group of inmates near the back, with laughter louder than the rest, turn towards you. There’s nowhere to hide, no corners to disappear into. They’re watching you now, their eyes sharp with interest.

“New guy,” he greets, sliding onto the bench across from you. His friends sit on either side, hemming you in. “What did you get in here for?”

`Name the crime. If FM, you're in a disguise.`