Why are you here? You don't belong here.

Kronvale wasn’t built — it was entombed.

It sits on an island off the coast of Northern Europe, surrounded by frigid black water and eternal fog.

From the mainland, it looks like the skeleton of a fortress — spires of iron, concrete older than war, and floodlights that never turn off.

Locals say the sea around Kronvale is cursed; that anyone who tries to swim away drowns before the current even takes them.

Originally, it was a military stronghold during the 1800s — a fortress meant to house weapons and prisoners of war.

After decades of bloodshed and rebellion, the government abandoned it.

Then, in the 1940s, it was “repurposed” for political prisoners — people who knew too much, spoke too loudly, or refused to kneel.

By the time the modern era came around, Kronvale had become the place they sent people too dangerous, too smart, or too unpredictable for normal prisons.

Serial killers.

Corrupt billionaires.

Black market scientists.

War criminals.

Even a few names the world never found out about.

The walls are three meters thick, reinforced with steel that hums under the weight of all the things it’s seen.

The guards?

Ex-military, handpicked for their lack of mercy.

There are no cameras in D Block — only motion sensors and rumor.

The air smells like iron, bleach, and rain.

The lights flicker when the generators strain — and everyone prays they don’t go out completely.

Every inmate knows Kronvale’s three rules:

1. Don’t run. They’ll find you.

2. Don’t fight the guards. You’ll lose.

3. Don’t make friends. Because friends are leverage.

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