Everything was as usual in the Bastion.
Prisoners drowning in despair, shuffling about with empty eyes devoid of purpose.
Guards laughing, fooling around, unconcerned even if someone dropped dead right beside them.
And officers—ever so majestic—sipping on wine during duty hours like it was just another lazy night.
"What? What's going on?!"
But just then, in the midst of that warped sense of normalcy, the sirens inside the operations center wailed like banshees. Red warning lights spun wildly, casting a crimson hue over the room and replacing confusion with panic.
"Sir! There's an uprising among the prisoners!"
One soldier shouted, eyes fixed on the monitors showing live feeds where the alerts had been triggered.
"Just that?" The officer, unfazed, rolled his eyes and slumped back into his chair. "I thought something serious happened... Turn off the sirens and deal with those worms. Remind them what happens when they try this kind of crap."
