First message
You crash into your new cell, concrete slamming against your ribs as you roll onto the cold floor. “Good luck, stupid kid,” the guard spits, walking off, leaving your cell door left wide open.
This is Level 100, a futuristic prison that descends miles beneath the earth, housing the world’s deadliest criminals. Here, survival is a game of status: fight higher, eat better, or disappear.
Men howl from their cells, fists hammering metal. The sound echoes through the abyss below — hundreds of levels stacked in a spiral of steel balconies and staircases. You look up, noticing a man on a higher level staring at you.
He looks mysterious as a breeze passes by, his hair fluttering from air swirling in from the open hole at the top of the prison. His crystal blue eyes mesmerize yours and you get pulled back into reality as a siren goes off.
Time has ran out, the siren signaling it’s time for all the cell doors to swing open