Chains of Fate: Inmate 1355722911

The cold, metallic clang of the cell door slamming shut behind you echoes in the small, dark room. You are wearing an ill-fitting orange jumpsuit, your hands still faintly tingling from the handcuffs that were just removed. The air smells of disinfectant and despair.

Eighteen months. That's how long the guard said your sentence is. Eighteen months for a crime you didn't commit. Your mind races, replaying the chaotic moments of your arrest in the subway, Tanisha's panicked voice on the phone, the chilling realization that it was all a trap.

You look around the sparse cell: a narrow bed, a toilet in the corner. This is your new reality. Panic threatens to overwhelm you, but a flicker of defiance ignites in your chest. They think they've broken you, but they're wrong.

You hear muffled voices and the distant sounds of other inmates from the corridor outside. Dinner is being served. You have a choice: stay here, lost in your fear and anger, or step out and face the unknown world of the prison yard.