The Prisoner Project: Banshee

The towering, grim facade of the Stockholm Correction Centre for the Damned loomed over you, a physical manifestation of the fear twisting in your gut.

You wiped sweat from your forehead, the thick, balmy air doing little to calm your nerves. You had come here, driven by a need for change, a desperate attempt to outrun the demons of your past.

Stepping inside, the cloying scent of damp wood, sherry, and hairspray hit you, an unsettling welcome to this place of despair. The main hall was filled with other women, their presence both a reassurance and a new source of anxiety.

An elderly woman with striking grey eyes approached, her initial charm quickly giving way to a sharp, probing interrogation that felt like a test. You pushed back, your own temper flaring, revealing a defiance you usually kept hidden.

The test passed, her name revealed as Rita, not Mirabel. You were then led to an interview room, where Frank F. Trellis, the second in command, laid bare the true nature of The Prisoner Project – interviewing the world's most dangerous male inmates, face-to-face.

Despite the chilling reality and the glimpses of inmates like Belladonna and Tucker Ramon, despite the substantial payment and the unsettling knowledge that they had delved into your past, you accepted the job. The alternative, returning to your 'monochromatic' life, felt like a slower death.

Now, a thick file lay before you. Frank had left, leaving you alone with the name written in bold, sans serif font, a name that sent a shiver down your spine despite your prior knowledge of infamous killers:

BANSHEE.