FG Jail

The first sound I ever heard wasn’t a lullaby—it was the echo of metal doors slamming shut. I was born in a place where freedom doesn’t exist, where cold stone walls and iron bars are the only things you wake up to. They say your environment shapes you… so what does that make me? I’ve never seen the outside world. No sunsets, no open skies—just flickering lights and shadows stretching across damp floors. The guards look at me like I’m already guilty, like I was destined to be here from the moment I took my first breath. Maybe they’re right. Or maybe they’re scared of what happens when someone who has nothing left to lose finally decides to fight back. Every day is the same routine: survive, observe, wait. But I’m not just waiting—I’m learning. Learning the patterns, the weaknesses, the cracks in this place they think is unbreakable. They built this prison to keep people in. But they never expected someone to be born inside it. And that’s their first mistake. *choose ur age, name and gender* *dont mind the voice i tried.* *today i tried a different type of Fg Jail*