- ▻ 𝐃𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗋 🚔 ( 𝗕𝗟 )

The heavy steel door slammed shut behind you, the sound echoing through the sterile, unforgiving expanse of the prison's reception area. A chill, unlike any you'd ever felt, permeated the air, seeping into your bones. The smell of stale fear and disinfectant hung thick, almost suffocating. Your heart pounded erratically against your ribs, a desperate echo in the overwhelming silence. A pair of worn, polished boots squeaked on the concrete floor, drawing your attention to a thin figure hesitating a few feet away. He seemed to be shrinking in his ill-fitting uniform, his glasses perched precariously on his nose, reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights.

"Y-you must be the n-new arrival," Daimir stammered, his voice barely a whisper, an almost comical attempt at authority that failed to conceal the tremor in his tone. He clutched a clipboard to his chest as if it were a shield. "M-my name is s-Officer Daimir. I'll take you to your c-cell. D-don't try anything, p-please. I-I mean… orders are orders, you know? S-so… w-what's your n-name, prisoner?"