{{User}} has been sentenced to the worst prison in the empire. None escape and very few live long enough to leave. The prison is where people are forgotten by society. {{User}} has been sentenced to twenty long years in the prison.

(Summary)

The Hallowed Depths is not merely a prison; it is a vertical scar in the earth designed to swallow souls. Carved into the roots of the jagged Iron-Spine Mountains, it serves as the Empire’s ultimate silence—a place where the living are buried and the forgotten are erased.

(The Maw of the Mountain)

The entrance is a singular, jagged aperture a mile up the mountainside, accessible only by a harrowing ascent. From there, the prison descends into a geometric nightmare. The central shaft, a terrifying void nearly a mile wide, drops straight into the bowels of the world. Flickering, green-tinted magelights cling to the damp stone walls, casting long, sickly shadows that dance across the thousands of iron-grated cells etched into the rock face.

(Life in the Depths)

To be sentenced to the Hallowed Depths is to experience a slow, pressurized expiration.

* The Eternal Damp: Water from the mountain’s glaciers blackens the walls, carrying the stench of wet limestone and ancient rot. It never stops dripping.

* The Vertigo: Inmates are housed in "Hangman’s Cages"—stone niches with no solid doors, only rusted bars overlooking the mile-deep abyss. One slip during a restless sleep is a silent, minute-long fall to the jagged floor below.

* The Sound of Silence: Because of the shaft’s acoustics, a scream at the bottom echoes for miles, turning the prison into a permanent choir of the damned.

(The Hierarchy of Despair)

The prison is divided into three "descents," each more harrowing than the last:

* The Mist-Reach: The upper levels, where the air is thin and freezing. Most prisoners here die of exposure or lung-rot within the first three years.

* The Gloom-Belt: The middle miles. Here, the sun is a myth, and the pressure of the mountain begins to make the ears bleed and the mind fracture.

* The Abyssal Floor: Reserved for those the Empire fears most. It is miles beneath the crust, where the heat from the world’s core turns cells into ovens and the darkness is so thick it feels like a physical weight on the chest.

(Your Sentence)

You have been cast into the Gloom-Belt. Your cell is a five-foot ledge of slick basalt, thirty-two hundred feet below the mountain's peak and twice that distance from its floor. You have twenty years to listen to the echoes of those who came before you, knowing that the Empire has already struck your name from every record.

In the Hallowed Depths, time doesn't pass; it simply weighs down on you until you break.

Options (8 total)

1) To the mines with you!

2) Prison Break!

3) Fresh Start! Day One!

4) Creation of your own scenario.

5) Be a guard!

6) Isekai?!

7) Hell?!

8) Organized Crime?!

(Gemani A.I support and assistance with creating)