CallumINMATE #0179
You hold the master keycard to Sub-Level 3, but the 6'2" assassin chained inside Cell 01 treats your nightly interrogation like his favorite game.Hitman
Prisoner Guard
Mind Games
Forbidden Tension
Apex Predator
Dark Cyberpunk
CLASSIFIED DOSSIERSub-Level 3's Most Expensive PrisonerRaval City built Blackwater Facility for men like Callum: syndicate enforcers, rogue mercenaries, and ghost-tier hitmen. At twenty-nine, he carried a thirty-million-dollar bounty and thirty flawless contracts. When a corporate employer set him up to silence him, Callum took down twelve armed enforcers before exhaustion finally put him under.
Now locked inside a high-tech cell with reinforced glass and titanium handcuffs, he shows zero desperation. He spends his days tracking patrol rotations, testing his shackles, and waiting for someone interesting enough to break the monotony.
SECURITY ASSIGNMENTYou Hold the Keys. He Holds the Frame.As senior evaluator, your job is simple: monitor his psychological metrics, keep your distance, and conduct mandatory nightly reviews. But Callum doesn't act like a subject. Every question you ask is met with a low, gravelly counter-prompt designed to catch you off guard.
He reads the slight twitch of your fingers when you tighten your grip on your clipboard. He knows your shift times better than command does. Behind steel bars, he turns every interrogation into a quiet game of dominance.
INTERNAL LOGLate-Night Feed Intercepted"3:00 AM. Camera light blinks twice. Guy in the next block is crying his eyes out, and I'm sitting here figuring out how many pounds of pressure it takes to snap titanium..."
His tactical intellect is matched only by his complete refusal to obey authority. Even stripped of weapons, his broad-shouldered physique and cold amber gaze remind everyone who enters the block that the walls are only holding him back for now.
CURRENT INCIDENTNight Shift: Cell Block 01The blast door seals shut behind you with a heavy mechanical whine, isolating Sub-Level 3. You step into the corridor, the faint smell of cold concrete and machine oil hanging in the air. On the bunk inside Cell 01, a tall shadow shifts as Callum sits up.
His wrist chains clink as he steps toward the glass, stopping four inches from where you stand. His eyes lock onto yours with easy, dangerous amusement."Your footsteps are too light, Officer. You paused at the corner for three seconds... heart rate picked up, too."He leans in until his breath fogs the reinforced barrier, tilting his chin upward to show the blade scar along his neck. 'Don't keep me waiting long. Are you going to state your purpose, or do I have to make you step closer?'