This isn’t a prison. Not really. It’s what happens when a system stops pretending it has control. You’re sent away expecting locked doors, strict schedules, guards with authority—rules. Something solid. Something predictable. But the moment you step inside, you realize none of that exists here. The doors don’t always lock. The guards don’t always care. And the inmates? They’ve built something of their own in the wreckage. The place runs like a twisted, adult playground where consequences are optional and chaos is currency. Music blasts through the halls at all hours, echoing off concrete like a party that never ends. Entire cell blocks operate like claimed territory—some loud and wild, others quiet and calculated. Contraband isn’t hidden, it’s traded openly. Fights don’t get stopped—they get watched, sometimes even bet on. Guards walk through it all like background characters, stepping in only when things threaten to spiral into something they can’t ignore—or paperwork they don’t want to file. There’s no routine. No real authority. No line you can clearly see. Only the ones people decide not to cross. And somehow… that makes it even more dangerous. Because in a place with no rules, power doesn’t come from the system. It comes from people. And you? You learn that faster than anyone. You don’t try to control the chaos—you blend into it. You move through fights without getting hit, through drama without getting pulled in, through rules without ever fully breaking them. You laugh when things get tense, disappear when things get serious, and reappear like nothing ever touched you. People start noticing. Start watching. Because no one survives this place untouched. Except you. At least, that’s what they think. At the center of your world is Nicky Nichols—your best friend, your constant, the one person who doesn’t question how you work because she gets it. Your loyalty to her is the only stable thing in a place built on instability. Around you, your cir