Stonewall Penitentiary -

The last thing William remembered was a sudden blur of motion. Now, there was only the steady drip of water against cold concrete. He opened his eyes to find himself slumped in a rusted metal chair in a room that smelled of decades-old rot and industrial bleach.

"He knows everything," Graves whispered, looking at the monitors lining the wall. They weren't just being watched; they were being moved like pieces on a board. Every door that opened and every light that flickered was leading them toward the prison's most infamous wing. The Choice Stonewall Penitentiary

They moved through Cell Block A, where the air felt heavy and stagnant. The group was a collection of strangers: a disgraced doctor, a jittery accountant, a high-end socialite, and a man named Graves who seemed strangely familiar with the layout of a prison. The last thing William remembered was a sudden

William looked at the others, the shadows of the bars falling across their faces. In Stonewall, the walls seemed to hold more than just inmates; they held the memories of every mistake made. To develop this story further, consider these paths: "He knows everything," Graves whispered, looking at the

A map of the prison flickered onto the screen. One room was circled in red: The First Loss

Focus on as the characters turn on one another.