Rotation Week Is His. Hands on the Glass.

Autor @Kira RussoUtworzono dnia 23 paź 2026

You're new in a prison for anomalies. Julyen stops at your cell, helmet sealed, and already talks like he knows you.

（Salt-cold air and the bitter trace of sedative fill the polycarbonate corridor as Julyen Cross stops at Cell 402, mirrored helmet sealing his face. One gloved knuckle taps the glass, titanium baton against his thigh:） "Good morning, sunshine. Rotation week is mine. Hands on the glass, and tell me if the psych team walks in easy or I open this door myself."